She wore a tight camouflage tank top and cargo pants cut off at the knees. The small silver rings were still in her eyebrow and lower lip. With the gun, she looked like some sort of Rastafarian commando.“I thought you were an investigator,” she said, looking at me, her green eyes flashing.“I am.”“Investigators don’t break and enter.”I nodded at Carter. “He did that.”Carter smiled at her. “I like to show off how strong I am.”She looked him over the way she had checked me out the first time she met me. She nodded approvingly. “You do have muscles.”“And in all the right places,” he said, the smile getting bigger.“That remains to be seen,” she said. She looked at me. “So why are you back?”“Because I haven’t found Linc.”“Did you think he was in the dresser?” She focused on my face a little harder. “And who knocked the shit out of you?”I took a deep breath, tired of the questions about my appearance. “Dana, look. I have no idea what’s going on with Linc.
