Cavanaugh Stakeout

In any event, he wanted to interview Marilyn Palmer’s mother and he had a feeling that taking this annoying blonde chatterbox with him to run interference might make things a little easier. She was right about one thing, he grudgingly acknowledged. He wasn’t as good as some of his cousins and siblings when it came to questioning people and getting them to trust him.

Finn started up his vehicle, pulled up directly behind her and they departed.

It didn’t take him long to realize that if this woman was driving any slower, she could have been accused of actually going backward.

He trailed behind the woman ahead of him for approximately three city blocks. Then, having had enough of this charade, he sped up and passed her.

Which was when she did the same thing.

Finn suppressed the urge to speed up again. He wasn’t usually competitive, but there was something about this woman with the laughing eyes that certainly had a way of pressing all his buttons, he thought.

This, too, shall pass, he promised himself.

Maybe it would, he thought, but definitely not soon enough for him.

They wound up reaching Kim Palmer’s house faster than he had intended. The modest one-story house had all the lights on despite the fact that it was now a little after seven in the morning. There was no need for so many lights to be on—unless they had been deliberately left on overnight to act as a beacon for her missing daughter.

“What was that all about?” Finn asked, getting out of his car at the same time that Nik emerged from hers.

She looked at him as if she didn’t know what he was talking about, her eyes wide.

“You started out going slow, but you sped up,” he told her.

“Oh, that,” she responded.