“Where’s Tucker?” Finn growled. “Where is he?”

   I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “He’s gone. Got into a boat, zoomed away, and left me standing here like an idiot. That son of a bitch must be part cat, as many lives as he seems to have.”

   Bria gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Gin.”

   I shrugged. “It’s okay. You guys are safe, and that’s the most important thing. Besides, Tucker will show himself again sooner or later. And I’ll get him when he does.”

   Owen stepped forward and cupped my face in his hand, his gaze steady on mine. “We’ll get him when he does.”

   I smiled back at him. “You’re damn right we will.”

   * * *

   Owen had insisted on scooping me up into his arms and carrying me over to Ira’s house so I could get cleaned up, as well as use some of Jo-Jo’s healing ointment to patch up all the burns and bullet holes that Roxy had inflicted on me. The ointment didn’t completely heal me, but it stopped the constant, searing pain of the Fire burns and took the edge off the worst of my wounds. I’d be okay until we returned home to Ashland tomorrow and Jo-Jo could heal me herself.

   Finn and Bria went back to the theme park to help Silvio, Phillip, Lorelei, and Ira deal with all the blood, bodies, and other destruction that we’d left behind. Well, that I had left behind.

   Ira ended up calling the fire department to come put out the saloon fire, and they extinguished it before it damaged any more of Main Street. As for all the bodies in and around the saloon, Ira claimed that security footage showed the giants breaking into the theme park, and he told the authorities that they must have been searching for the hidden jewels. Naturally, the giants had turned on each other, started the fire, and gunned each other down when they hadn’t found the precious stones. I don’t know if anyone actually bought Ira’s flimsy cover story, but Roxy, Brody, and the giants were all dead, so they couldn’t say anything different, and my friends and I certainly weren’t going to blab. Besides, the theme park was Finn’s private property, so there wasn’t much the cops could do once Ira told them that the owner wasn’t going to pursue the matter, since the perpetrators were all deceased. It didn’t seem like anything was going to lead back to us.

   We all crashed at the dwarf’s cabin, just in case Tucker decided to double back and take another run at us, but the rest of the night passed quietly, and we all slept in late.

   Just before noon the next day, I was standing in Ira’s kitchen, flipping buttermilk pancakes on a griddle and frying loads of bacon, eggs, and potatoes in a couple of cast-iron skillets.

   “Breakfast is served,” I called out, then looked over at Ira, who was sitting at the dining-room table. “Please tell me there’s a triangle around here somewhere that I can ring.”

   He chuckled. “I’m afraid not.”

   “Ah, well.”

   It was a tight fit, but everyone squeezed in around the table while I dished up the food. Golden, light-as-air pancakes, crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and crunchy fried potatoes. It was the perfect hearty, stick-to-your-ribs breakfast, and we all dug into our feast.

   Finally, after having three heaping plates of food, Ira pushed back from the table, sighed with contentment, and looked at me. “I should hire you to work at the Feeding Trough. None of my folks can cook like this.”

   I laughed. “Sorry, but I already have a barbecue restaurant to run.”

   He grinned back at me.

   Finn huffed. “Well, I don’t know how the two of you can be so cheery this morning, considering the fact that my saloon in my theme park just burned down.”

   Ira arched his eyebrows. “Your theme park?”

   My brother shrugged. “My name is the one that’s on the deed.”

   “Good,” Ira said, not missing a beat. “Then you can pay for all the repairs.”

   Finn blinked, then realizing that he’d been one-upped, gave the dwarf a sour look. Ira chuckled, and we all joined in with his light, teasing laughter. Finn sighed and slurped down some more coffee, which perked him right back up again.

   “As much as I hate to admit it, Finn is partially right,” Silvio chimed in. “After all, Tucker did escape.”

   Bria nodded. “And he got away with the gems too.”

   “Some guys have all the luck,” Finn muttered.

   Ira, Owen, Phillip, and Lorelei all nodded their agreement, but I laughed again, making them all look at me in surprise.

   Lorelei’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Gin?”

   I got to my feet, walked across the cabin, and grabbed Sweet Sally Sue’s dress from where it was hanging on the wall. I brought the dress over to the dining-room table and held it out to Ira. “Why don’t you do the honors?”

   He frowned, wondering what I was getting at, but then his face cleared, and I knew that he remembered what I’d told him yesterday. The dwarf took the dress from me, laid it out across his lap, and slipped his hand into first one pocket, then the other. He found it in the second one. Ira blinked in surprise and slowly drew out a black velvet bag.

   Everyone gasped, got to their feet, and gathered around his chair.

   With shaking hands, the dwarf slowly opened the drawstrings on the bag and carefully tipped the contents out onto the table.

   Sweet Sally Sue’s jewels glimmered under the lights.

   For a moment, there was stunned silence.

   Then Finn piped up first, the way he always did. “Those . . . those are the real jewels, right?”

   I nodded. “Yep, those are the ones I found hidden in those snow globes in Deirdre’s suite. Every last one that she’d tucked away in them.”

   Silvio frowned. “Then what was in that bag you gave Tucker? Because he opened it on Main Street last night, and I saw him pour the stones out into his hand.”