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toolbox, maybe some pliers?”
    “I’m not Sarah.”
    Her head hit the bottom of the desk with a loud thunk. 
    “Ow!”
    She started to crawl backward.  Lord have mercy.
    Finn was there in a shot and helped her to her feet.
    She put her hands on his chest and pushed away, then scooped a mass of curls out of her face.  She looked up at him.  “Okay, that’s more than a little embarrassing.  Hi, I’m Angie Donatelli. Normally, I introduce myself to people face-to-face, not face to uhhhm.” She waved behind herself, trying to interject a little humor into the situation.  Finn raised an eyebrow.
    “This would be the point you introduce yourself.”
    Shit.   “Finn Crandall.”
    “Hello, Finn Crandall.” She smiled, peeked around him and frowned.  He turned and saw an empty doorway. 
    “What’s wrong?”
    She looked down, and he saw her look at his hand.  “I know you’re here for a reason, but I’m kind of in a bind.  Can I ask for a favor?”
    He stared at her.
    “You’re not much of a talker, are you?  Look.  I screwed things up under the desk.  The landline isn’t working as a result.  There’s this bolt that’s too tight, and Sarah was supposed to be here with a toolbox and a pair of pliers fifteen minutes ago.”
    What the hell.
    “Sure.”
    “I’ll show you which one.”
    She knelt down gracefully and motioned him toward the desk.  He stepped back in panic, waiting for the inevitable flashback to the farmhouse, but instead he was in the present, seeing lush dark auburn curls and a white blouse that exposed a lacy bra.  There was no mistaking this woman in the red skirt for anything but a lush vision and the first thing to get his motor running in months.
    “Finn?”
    He knelt down.
    It was a tight squeeze.  She smelled good.  Like strawberries.  She pointed to the bolt, and he easily took it off.
    “Anything else?”
    “Nope.”  He watched as she expertly re-ran the landline wire where it needed to go.
    Finn heard the door open and put his hand over Angie’s head.
    “I have the toolbox!”
    Angie’s head jerked up, but his hand was above her, and she hit it instead of the desk.  She smiled her thanks.
    They backed out from under the desk. 
    “I take it you didn’t need the toolbox after all?” The middle-aged woman smiled at Finn.
    “Nope, I managed to find a volunteer,” Angie said, making Finn notice her Southern accent for the first time.
    “Okay then.  I’ll be able to get ahold of CiCi.  Are you a new client?” Sarah asked.
    “I need to talk to Ms. Donatelli about a few things.”
    “Please, call me Angie.”
    “Finn, do you drink coffee?” Sarah asked.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “I’ll bring in two.  Angie, I’ll tell CiCi you’ll get back to her a little bit later, does that sound good?”
    “Thanks, Sarah.”
    “Don’t mind her mess,” Sarah said to Finn.  “Our conference room is being painted, if it weren’t for that, you would never see her office.”
    “Follow me,” Angie said as she led him down a little hallway.  It was no hardship following the sway of the red skirt.  The smell of strawberries still lingered in the air. 
    He was overwhelmed when he reached her office and saw the disarray.  Actually, the term disarray was mild.  Chaos was better.
    “I thought tornados only hit the panhandle.” 
    “It’s not that bad, is it?  Sometimes we get tornados here in the hill country.  But no, this is our attempt at getting organized.  Just put them anywhere,” she said indicating the stack of files on the chair.
    “Aren’t your files computerized?”
    “These are Dad and Pops’ old files.  Sarah and I are in the process of getting them on the system.  Dad’s aren’t too bad, but Pops’ are illegible and read more like a Raymond Chandler detective novel than actual case notes.”
    Finn rubbed his chin.
    “So why are you here?”
    “I’m here about Dasha Koval.”
    “Dasha who?” Angie asked nonchalantly.  Finn’s