“How did you meet the guy?” Finlay asked.
“Is he in danger?” she asked again.
“Why won’t Teale come in here?” I asked him.
“Pretty much the same as the last one,” Finlay said. “Looks like it happened at the same time. Shot to death, probably the same weapon. This one didn’t get kicked around afterward, but it was probably part of the same incident.”
“And you closed that down?” I said. “Why?”
“Worried, I think,” Finlay said. “He hates mess.”