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toothpick from his pocket and popped it into his mouth. “Bet it was teen gangs.”
    Chief Wheeler laughed. “Larry you got teen gangs on the brain since you saw that 20/20 show last month.”
    George rang a bell, which told Darcy another order was up. Swallowing an oath, she picked up the order and took the plates to table number six. By the time she’d gotten them ketchup and refilled their colas, the men at the bar were talking about another fire.
    Darcy topped up the chief’s drink. “You get a lot of fires in the area?”
    The chief shrugged. “Not many as a rule.”
    Darcy held up the pitcher of cola. “Like a refill, Larry?”
    “Not yet,” he said smiling.
    “So how do you like Preston Springs so far, Nathan?” She wanted to stay in on this conversation without being too obvious.
    Nathan sipped his coffee. “Love it.”
    She held up the coffeepot. “So you’re working on the condo project off I-81?”
    He held up his cup. “That’s right.”
    She refilled it. Given time, she’d crack this Nero case. There was a story here and she could feel it in her bones. “Long hours?”
    He nodded his thanks. “Always.”
    George rang his bell and Darcy had to abandon her conversation and serve another customer.
    Given time. Who was she kidding? She barely had time to pee.
    It was nine o’clock before Darcy could pull her head above water again to think. Nathan, the chief and Larry had left and there was still no sign of Trevor.
    Her feet ached from running from table to table. If her brother had been here, she’d have had more time to talk to the chief, maybe find out something about Michael Gannon. But Trevor was nowhere in sight.
    At nine forty-five, she’d not had a break and was starving. She’d eaten three large handfuls of the cocktail nuts—a good four hundred calories by her way of thinking. At the rate she was going, she’d weigh two hundred pounds before she got back to D.C. When the guy at table seven sent his order back for the third time, she vowed to skin Trevor alive when he did arrive.
    At ten, the crowd had turned over several times. Folks looking for a meal had long cleared out. Most were now there for drinks.
    At ten-fifteen, the front door opened and to her great relief, Trevor strolled in. Everyone at the bar and the booths waved him a greeting as he flashed his million-dollar smile. Trevor, tall and muscular with thick brown hair, kissed his mother, who beamed up at him from her current post at the cash register, and then strolled over to the bar as if he had all the time in the world.
    When he spotted Darcy, his grin widened. “Mom said you were back.”
    “Man, it’s about time you got here,” she said as she stuck a lime in a Gin Fizz and handed it to a customer at the bar.
    He studied her trim figure. “You’ve lost weight.”
    That compliment was her Achilles’ heel and she immediately started to thaw. “Yeah.”
    Trevor opened his arms wide. “Is that the nicest thing you can say to your baby brother?”
    Darcy really wanted to stay mad at Trevor. He’d left her in the lurch for most of the evening. But there was something about Trevor and his natural charm. She couldn’t stay mad at him.
    She stepped into his arms and hugged him. He wrapped his long arms around her and squeezed her tight against him. He smelled of cigarettes and beer, but in all honesty, she’d never felt more welcome than she did at this moment.
    Since her breakup with Stephen, there’d been no one to hug or comfort her or tell her that everything was going to be all right after a bad day. Trevor’s hug made up for all of that. For just a split second, she felt safe, secure and loved. And for that she could forgive him almost anything.
    Darcy choked back the tears crowding her throat and pulled back. “It’s good to see you.”
    His smile lit up his eyes. “You too. So who’s the bastard that fired my big sister? I want a name because I’m going to have to rough him up.”
    Darcy laughed and