Liam shook his head, hands trailing over the papers before him. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll handle things as best we can.”
“As I was organizing my family to leave Chicago for a while, I was thinking about what Finch would try to do, and where he was hiding.” Pushing the documents around, Gabrielle lifted an eyebrow. “It seems we had the same idea. At first glance, his bank accounts are fuller than full, and I’m not referring to his bonds, shares, and whatnots, not that he’ll be able to use them anytime soon. When everything looks so clean, it raises my suspicions. Makes me wonder where the dirt is. Don’t you agree? When Finch’s assets are frozen due to the investigation, I’d be curious about what isn’t on the books too.”
On that, they were on the same page. “It’s going everywhere. I need to get my mind around it. I’ve worked in the Gang Unit, so I’m used to complicated cases. Once all the facts sorted and straightened, it’ll be easier to figure out what he’s up to and what’s happening.”
“Numbers aren’t my forte, either. And as I suspected it would cause you a headache too, I reached out to a friend. After a talk, it seems that we’re not the only ones digging into Jamieson Finch’s assets. And I have to be honest, apart from Archer, and maybe even Isabel, we aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed. And I can’t ask your brother to do more than he already is. He’s done so much, and he has his own family to protect.”
Liam snorted. “Not when it’s this deeply detailed. That’s when I reach out to a specialist within our department.”
“And that’s what I got you.”
Liam sighed and leaned back on his seat. He didn’t need a specialist. This Irish boy needed a damn miracle.
Distracted by the chiming of the front door, he looked up and saw an angel.
It was a cliché, but he could hear bells ringing as the woman glided inside.
Her tawny hair was tied in a loose chignon with tendrils falling around her oval face, framing it to perfection. Pale skin and full lips, with curves that were enhanced by her pantsuit. In response, his trousers started to feel way too snug.
Gabrielle turned to follow his glance and shouted with joy. “Catriona!”
Liam almost jumped, and Chewy barked in echoing surprise.
The angel smiled back and hugged Gabrielle before kneeling in front of an excited Chewy who emerged from under the table to beg for a rub. “What a handsome boy you are!” She fussed over him before smiling up at Liam. “Sorry, I love dogs. I didn’t mean to be impolite.”
Gabrielle seemed amused. “Liam Harker, Chicago PD, may I introduce you to someone who has a magical touch with numbers. In fact, she’s been handling money for as long as I can remember, before becoming a key investigator and consultant for the Vatican police department. You want Jamieson Finch’s assets found, or any other shady dealings in line with money, she’s the lady you need by your side. And the bonus is she’s Irish too.”
The apparition was smart, sexy, and had a smile to die for, and Liam knew it would be hell accomplishing anything if he didn’t focus.
Catriona extended her hand. The touch was electric, and he could see in the warm caramel of her eyes that he wasn’t the only one who’d felt it. “Enchanted to meet you.”
“A pleasure, Liam. I’m Sister Catriona Walsh. But you can call me Catriona.”
