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Dasha are here in Austin.  They’re staying with an old friend of his named Lou Donatelli.  He used to own a private detective agency here in Austin.”
    “But Dasha knows we’re searching for her daughter.”
    Declan was eating and couldn’t talk; he indicated Finn should try his food.  He forked a bite of the carne asada and thought he might be having an orgasm.  He had never tasted food this good.  Talking would have to wait.
    Finally, Declan began to talk again. 
    “We’re looking into it, but it has to do with her past in the Ukraine.”
    “Well, no shit Sherlock.  Glad to see the Shadow Alliance is living up to its hype.”
    “Fuck you,” Declan said without heat.  “We’re still trying to get to the bottom of things.  Anyway, Dasha took a powder a week ago, and your Scooby Squad hasn’t noticed it yet.”
    Quicker than the eye could see, Finn’s deadly K-Bar knife was resting on the table.  “I like you and all, but if you refer to anybody on my team, or their wives in such an insulting way again, we might need to go outside and have a lesson in manners.”
    “Wound tight much?”
    “Are. We. Clear?” Finn ground out the words.
    Declan’s emerald green eyes looked at him, not with fear, and not with hesitation. Instead, they were filled with compassion. 
    “We’re clear, my friend.”  Finn blew out a long breath and put the knife away.
    “But if you were thinking clearly, you would know how highly I regard you and each member of Midnight Delta.  You know I intend to recruit each and every one of you.  It’s my hope the Navy will fuck things up, and you’ll want to leave.”
    “Don’t bet on it.”
    “If not your men, then Rylie and Lydia.”
    “Oh yeah, that’ll happen.”  Finn could just see Clint and Darius taking out their knives.  “So tell me about Lou Donatelli.”
    “Lou Donatelli is retired.  His granddaughter is investigating the case of Dasha’s missing baby.  She runs the PI firm now.”
    “Seems to me that if I go directly to Dasha, she’ll just run again.”
    “That’s my assessment,” Declan agreed.
    “So the detective agency and Dasha.  What angle are you thinking?” Finn asked.
    “I’d be pretty damn cautious.  I think Angie Donatelli would welcome any and all help.  From everything I’ve gathered , she’s a straight shooter.”
    Finn pulled out his wallet.
    “I’ve got this,” Declan said as he took out his wallet.  “I’m a civilian and making way more than you these days.”
    “Okay, you pay.  I’ve still got to pay for a motel.”
    “I’ve got you one of the Alliance apartments.  It sucks.  But it’ll do.”
    “What do you mean it sucks?”
    “I mean it was furnished by one of those staging companies for when you’re going to sell a house.  Plenty of fake plants, fake fruit in bowls and little bathroom soaps in dishes.”
    Finn shuddered.  “I’ll grab a motel.”
    “You’ll be here for a while, take the apartment.  It has a junior Olympic swimming pool.”
    “Sold.”
    “Don’t use the soaps.”  Finn shot his friend the finger.  “Seriously, though, it’s ready to move in, including food.”
    ***
    N ow that he was past security, Finn jogged up the narrow staircase, eschewing the elevator that must have been installed in the thirties.  He loved the old building. The wood and ornate plaster fixtures were amazing.  He made his way down the hallway to the double doors marked Donatelli Agency and let himself in. 
    It was his lucky day, a woman in a red pencil skirt was on all fours obviously fighting with some wiring underneath the reception desk.  Why she was working on it from the front, instead of behind the desk was beyond him, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to bitch about it.
    “Sarah, did you get Howard’s toolbox?”
    Her skirt wasn’t too short, it covered everything it should, but it showcased everything else perfectly.
    “Dammit, Sarah, I need some help down here. If you didn’t get his