Tarken flinched. This guy looked dangerous enough that he might cause trouble.
"I won't give you her address. I don't trust you." The grip on his arm tightened. "Okay, okay. I'll give you Lucy's office address. That's her best friend, in case you didn't know. Richmond P.I."
He recited the address of the decrepit little office. Let him deal with Lucy. If she didn't scare him off then he deserved Abbey as a prize for bravery.
Vane's brows drew together. He didn't let go of Tarken's arm.
"Richmond P.I.? Lucy's a private investigator?"
Tarken nodded. "You really don't know much about Abbey, do you?"
Vane glared at him. "Tell me then."
Tarken shrugged. Just the bare facts, he thought. Nothing personal.
"She's helping Lucy out on a case right now."
Vane's eyes narrowed. "What sort of case?"
"How should I know?"
"So you're not her boyfriend?"
