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seen with me, and he supposedly worked there, although I now doubt if he did. He hinted that he’d supplied someone who he thought might be Pearson with information about an elderly community in Venice.”
    “I read your e-mails with him,” Otto said. “Sorry,” he added meekly enough to make her smile in spite of herself. “He suddenly had an attack of conscience when he realized what Pearson was planning?” Otto shook his head. “You really should have smelt a rat.”
    “I wasn’t convinced that he could help, but he was my first real lead, so I had to risk it. Anyway, I took Mulligan with me,” she said defensively.
    “He made a good job of protecting you from me,” Fin said.
    “Yes, well, he obviously knew you weren’t one of the bad guys. He barks pretty ferociously at people he doesn’t like and is large enough to intimidate.”
    Fin glanced down at the mutt, still stretched out across his feet, snoring gently. “I can see that,” he said, smiling.
    Otto smiled at her and then the dog. “I’m glad you had something to protect you in that dump where you were living.”
    “It was all I could afford.” Sabine reached forward to ruffle Mulligan’s ears. “Actually, the people there weren’t too bad once I got to know them. They looked out for each other, took me under their wing, and I felt safe enough.”
    “Where did you acquire the mutt?” Gabe asked.
    “He belonged to the people who had the condo before me, apparently. He just turned up one day, lay outside the door, and refused to budge. I assumed his previous owners couldn’t keep him so he came back where he felt most at home.”
    “Seems like he fell on his paws,” Otto remarked.
    “Yeah, I guess he got lucky. Goodness knows what I’ll do with him when I go back to England, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” She frowned at no one in particular. ”Okay, I have a question. If you knew about me and worried about me going to meet Spencer, why didn’t you contact me before I went?”
    Fin answered her. “In retrospect, that’s what we should have done. You only made the arrangements to meet Spencer late last night, so it didn’t leave enough time. Besides, we thought that if you didn’t turn up alone, Spencer wouldn’t show.”
    Sabine could see the logic in that and merely nodded. “So who did kill Spencer?”
    “Someone Pearson sent.”
    “That seems a bit desperate.”
    “He took your mother for over two million pounds. That’s three million bucks, give or take. He’s taken four other people we know of for that much again between them.” Fin’s expression hardened. “And those are just the ones we do know about. He has an investment to protect and is probably still operating somewhere. He’s computer literate, and you can order just about anything online nowadays, including assassins. You don’t have to meet the person at the other end or reveal your real identity. We also know he’s an expert at moving money about electronically, so he could pay for the assassin’s services that way.”
    “We think Spencer was told by Pearson to cultivate you,” Otto told Sabine, “and lure you to that spot. Pearson wouldn’t risk having you knocked off. An alien being murdered in the US would send up all sorts of flags, and the campaign you’ve waged against Pearson would point directly to him. He doesn’t need that sort of grief. But he could make it look as though you’d killed Spencer. Even if the charges didn’t stick, you’d be sent back to England and would be out of Pearson’s hair.”
    “We also think Spencer had outlived his usefulness and could be sacrificed.” Gabe shrugged. “Perhaps he knew more about Pearson’s operation than Pearson was comfortable with, and so he killed two birds with one whack on the head, so to speak.”
    “It just keeps getting better and better,” Sabine muttered.
    “What do you want to get out of all this, Sabine?” Fin asked.
    Her head shot up. “What do you