An added bonus, if you asked me.

Violet Fox stared at the four of us, surprised and further startled by our presence. The girl's eyes fell on a knife on the kitchen table. She darted forward, picked it up, turned, and brandished it at us. "Who are you people?"

Chapter Eleven

I slid my silverstone knife back up my sleeve and ran water in the dirty bowl before I turned to face the college girl.

"Sweetheart," I said in a cool voice. "That's a butter knife. You couldn't even file your nails with it. Put it down before I take it away from you."

"Who are you people?" Violet Fox asked in a shaky voice, still clutching the pitiful weapon. She stepped back until her body pressed against the refrigerator. If the door had been open, she probably would have stuffed herself inside, like a box turtle retreating into its shell. "Where am I? What do you want with me?"

I sighed and looked at Finn. He was much better at making nice than I was. He stepped forward, his hands held wide. A charming smile showed off his white teeth to their dazzling perfection.

"You're somewhere safe," Finn said in a calm tone that could have soothed an angry grizzly. "We're not going to hurt you. We saved you from that dwarf in the parking lot at the community college, remember?"

Shadows turned Violet's eyes an even darker brown, and she twitched her nose, trying to see if it was still intact.

She remembered, all right. The knowledge bruised her features just like the dwarf 's fists had. Jo-Jo might have healed all the physical damage from the attack, but Violet Fox wasn't going to forget the emotional trauma anytime soon. If ever. Something else I was all too familiar with.

Violet Fox didn't look anything like me, of course, but for a moment, staring at her was like seeing myself at thirteen again, just after the Fire elemental had murdered my family. I'd had the same haunted, wounded look that the other girl did right now. I pushed the memory away.

Finn crept a little closer and turned up the wattage on his smile. "We don't mean you any harm. We just want to ask you some questions about your grandfather. His name is Warren, right? Warren T. Fox?"

Doubt flickered in her dark, haunted eyes. "Why do you want to know about my grandfather?"

"Because your grandfather used to be an old friend of my dad's," Finn kept up his calming tone. "His name was Fletcher Lane. You came into the Pork Pit today asking about him, asking about the Tin Man, remember?"

Some of Violet's panic slackened, and she studied Finn with a lot more interest.

"C'mon," Finn said. "If we wanted to hurt you, we would have done it already. We just want to talk. Promise."

It was the same smooth voice he'd used to talk so many women out of their panties. Including me in my younger, more foolish years. You'll be so much more comfortable if you get out of those wet clothes. Let me help you zip up your dress. Whoops, did I just spill coffee all over your jeans? Guess you'll have to take them off.

And it worked. Violet Fox never stood a chance against the sheer, overpowering, slightly smarmy charm of Finnegan Lane. She lowered the knife and studied us all again, carefully this time, without fear clouding her gaze. She stared at Finn the longest.

"You look exactly like your dad," she said. "Or at least an old photo my grandfather has of him. Same eyes, same hair, same nice smile."

Finn grinned a little wider. Nothing he loved better than being told how handsome he was.

Violet nodded at Jo-Jo. "And I've seen you once or twice up at the store, haven't I?"

"You sure have, darling. Your grandfather has the best homemade honey in the city. I always stop and get some when I'm up that way," Jo-Jo said. "Now, why don't you put that knife to good use and help yourself to some dessert while we talk?"

After a moment, Violet nodded, stepped forward, and put the knife back down on the table. Finn gently took her arm, gave her another smile, and sat her down on one of the stools. I made her a bowl of apricot bars and ice cream and passed her a spoon. Violet stared at me.

"And you," she murmured. "I talked to you at the restaurant today. And in the parking lot, after, after - "

"After I killed the man who attacked you," I said.

Violet gulped down a mouthful of air. Jo-Jo reached over, patted the girl on the hand, and shot me a pointed look. I sighed. I was a former assassin, not a babysitter.

Wasn't my job to sugarcoat what had happened tonight - or skirt around the trouble the girl was in. But I was patient enough to let Violet Fox get through with her psuedocobbler before I started asking her questions.

Besides, there were plenty of apricot bars left. Be a shame, really, to let them go to waste.

"Why did you come into the Pork Pit today looking for the Tin Man?" I asked. "Who told you that name?"

Violet fiddled with her spoon, then pushed it and her empty bowl aside. She drew in a breath. She knew it was time to get down to business. "You're going to think it's stupid. Childish."

"Oh, I doubt that," I drawled.

Violet's brows drew together in confusion at my sarcastic tone. Jo-Jo patted her hand again, encouraging her to go on with her story. Violet shook her head and continued.

"When I was a kid, my grandfather used to tell me stories about the Tin Man. He told me the Tin Man helped people who couldn't help themselves. That he ran a barbecue restaurant called the Pork Pit and that all you had to do was go in and ask for him, and he'd make all your problems disappear. I thought it was the most wonderful story, a sort of Southern fairy tale."

Warren Fox might have been estranged from Fletcher, but he'd still thought about his childhood friend, enough to tell his granddaughter about the old man and what he did, in a roundabout way. Although I wouldn't call assassinating folks a real help -

"Oh, yes. Fletcher helped lots of people over the years," Jo-Jo said, cutting into my musings. "He was a wonderful man that way."

I stared at the dwarf, then at Sophia, who grunted her agreement. Even Finn nodded his head in a knowing way. Over the years, I'd done a few pro bono jobs. So had Fletcher. But helping people on the sly? As a regular gig? When had the old man done that? And more importantly, why?

"So he's real then?" Violet asked. "The Tin Man?"

"Sure, he's real, darling," Jo-Jo said. "His name was Fletcher Lane. He was Finn's father."

Violet's face fell. "Was?"

Finn nodded. "He died a few months ago. But don't worry about that right now. Tell us the rest of your story."

Violet drew in another breath. "Anyway, I hadn't really thought about the Tin Man in years - until this morning."

"What happened this morning?" Finn gave Violet another encouraging smile.

Violet ducked her head and smiled back, as though she wasn't used to so much male attention. Probably not.

Girls with glasses, and all that. "I'm a business major at Ashland Community College. Eva Grayson's my best friend. She was at the Pork Pit last night. All she could talk about today was the robbery and how the woman behind the cash register stopped it."

Sophia snorted.

"Well, I did have some help," I said to appease the Goth dwarf. "So you talked to Eva, and you remembered this story your grandfather had told you about the Tin Man. Okay, I'll buy that. But why do you even need the Tin Man's help in the first place?"

Violet chewed on one of her fingernails. "It's a long story."

"Good thing we've got nothing but time then."

I didn't mention to the girl that she wasn't going anywhere until I'd determined she wasn't a threat to me, Finn, the Deveraux sisters, or the restaurant. Jake McAllister was going to make enough problems for me. I didn't need any more.

Violet nodded. "All right. My grandfather, Warren Fox, owns a store up on Ridgeline Hollow Road called Country Daze. It's an old-timey country store with glass soda pop bottles, barrels full of penny candy, locally made goods, that kind of thing. It's also right next to one of the big coal mines - Dawson Number Three. It started out as an underground mine with a big seam of coal. But the coal ran out a few years ago, so the underground part has been idle since then. Now it's just a strip mine. The owner of the mine, Tobias Dawson, has been after my grandfather to sell the store, land, and mineral rights to him for years so he can expand the mine and search for more coal. But the store and the land have been in our family for generations. Grandfather has always refused, saying he'd rather die than see any more of the mountain destroyed."

Tobias Dawson. I knew that name. Dawson was one of the biggest mine operators in Ashland, a dwarf who'd pulled coal out of the mountains for years himself as a miner before making enough money to start up his own company. He'd had nothing but success ever since. A true miner through and through who was always on the lookout for the next big seam of coal in the mountains. If Tobias Dawson wanted something, he usually got it - no matter who got dead in the process. Dawson was also deep in bed with Mab Monroe. I remembered seeing his name in the file Fletcher had compiled on the Fire elemental queen.

Hearing Dawson's name also made me recall where I'd seen the symbol that had been tattooed on the bicep of Violet Fox's attacker. Unless I was mistaken, a lit stick of dynamite was Tobias Dawson's rune for his mining company.

Violet continued with her story. "In the past, Dawson was content just to wait. He's a dwarf, after all, just a bit over two hundred. He's bound to outlive Grandfather and me too. But he's not taking no for an answer anymore. He's sent some of his men out to harass us. They've broken the windows in the store, threatened customers, interfered with our deliveries. You name it, they've done all that and more the last two months, trying to drive us out of business. Grandfather's been able to handle Dawson's men so far, but I worry about him. Dawson's more or less told Grandfather that he'll kill us both if Grandfather doesn't sell out to him. Grandfather said no, of course."

I didn't bother asking Violet Fox if they'd gone to the police to complain about Tobias Dawson. The dwarven mine owner had more than enough money to bribe the po-po to look the other way, and he could always use his connection to Mab Monroe to get the cops in her pocket to back off and let him go about his intimidation business. The only person who might listen to the Foxes would be Donovan Caine. Even then, the detective couldn't take on someone like Tobias Dawson by himself.

Not and live to tell about it.

"So that's why that dwarf attacked you tonight," I murmured. "You grandfather wasn't budging, so Dawson decided to give him some incentive to sell out - your body."

Violet shook her head. "That wouldn't have worked, either. If anything, Grandfather would have gotten his shotgun and gone over to the mine to have it out with Dawson."

"Where Dawson could justifiably kill him in self-defense in front of any number of witnesses," Finn pointed out. "Either way, Dawson would have gotten what he wanted - you and your grandfather out of the way."

Violet shivered and hugged her arms to her chest.

Nobody said anything for the better part of a minute.

Then Jo-Jo looked at me with her pale, colorless eyes.

"Gin?"

Gin. My adopted name. Such a short, simple word.

But that single syllable was imbued with a world of meaning.

I knew what Jo-Jo was asking. If I was going to help Violet and her grandfather, Warren T. Fox. Because without someone like me on their side, someone just as cold, ruthless, and dangerous as Tobias Dawson, the Foxes weren't long for this earth. If I hadn't gotten curious and intervened tonight, Violet would already be raped, dead, and cold in that parking lot.

I rubbed my head. I didn't need this right now. I was supposed to be retired, not sticking my nose into someone else's problems. Especially not for free. Then there was Jake McAllister and his well-connected, lawyer father, Jonah. I had no doubt the younger McAllister would make good on his threat to try and kill me. And finally, there was the folder of information Fletcher Lane had left me - the one about my murdered mother and older sister.

The photo of Bria that proved she was still alive, still out there somewhere.

I needed to figure out what to do about all that. How to take care of Jake McAllister without pointing the finger back at myself. What to do about his father. How to find my baby sister, Bria. Decide whether I actually wanted to do that or not. Fletcher had left me all these questions to find the answers to. I didn't need to go gallivanting up into the Appalachian Mountains to help an old geezer and his granddaughter take on someone as dangerous and potentially lethal as Tobias Dawson.

But my decision had already been made. It had been the moment I'd become curious enough to track down Violet Fox and see what kind of trouble she was in, see why she wanted to speak to the Tin Man. Curiosity. Definitely going to get me killed one day. Probably real, real soon.

"Sophia," I said. "I'm going to need you to watch the Pork Pit for a few days. Maybe help me out with some other things too, if the need arises."

The Goth dwarf nodded. A tiny smile softened her hard, pale face. Nothing Sophia liked better than handling the other things I sent her way.

"Finn, I need everything you can get on Tobias Dawson, his mining operation, and why he might want the Foxes' land so badly."

Finn nodded.

"Jo-Jo, I'll probably need some healing supplies."

The older dwarf nodded her head as well.

Violet looked back and forth between the four of us.

"I don't understand. I thought Finn's father, the Tin Man, was dead? How is any of this going to help me and my grandfather?"