They had indeed rounded them up, and they’d go on trial for kidnapping. Not a one was talking, though. I suspected a couple had even got away, but that wasn’t the point.

They weren’t talking, and now I had Detective Grayson on my case about mob connections again.

What could I tell him? I knew he wasn’t the type I could just bring in on everything, but at the same time he knew I wasn’t some ordinary woman.

Which meant I had to try the truth. It was that or end up in jail, and Mike couldn’t protect me forever. So, I dipped into the modeling funds again and offered to buy him lunch.

He turned it down, but agreed to join me. “I can’t accept what might look like a bribe.”

I nodded. “I know you can’t, but it was polite to offer.”

“I know you’re…”

I cut him off. “You don’t know much about me at all. You really don’t.”

“I know you’re not a bad person. You’re just caught up in stuff and now your girlfriend is suffering for it. We can help you get out.”

I shook my head. “You can’t. Trust me. They’d only find us again.”

He nodded. “Like that, is it?”

I was suddenly aware of a familiar red haired figure, heading into the restaurant.

“I’m not a criminal. At least, not by intent. If I have to skirt the law it’s because the people I’m dealing with are right on the outside of it.”

“I figured that. So, which…”

“Might I join you?”

I glanced up. “It’s up to the detective.”

“Who are you?” Grayson tensed.

“Jane’s father.” He sat down, without waiting for a further invitation.

Maybe he could come up with a good story. Grayson was blinking. “I thought…”

“…that I have amnesia and no clue who my parents are. I do still have the amnesia.” My tone was wry. “He found me anyway.”

“Luke Otter,” he introduced. “I can’t convince Jane to use the name, though.”

I wanted to laugh. But at least he was keeping things mundane. I was fairly sure if he’d told Grayson who he really was the man would faint. “I thought about it, but it doesn’t sound good for a model.”

Grayson fixed his eyes on Loki. “Mr. Otter. Your daughter doesn’t seem to want to tell me what’s going on.”

“She’s trying to protect her family. And what’s going on is…a feud of sorts.”

Grayson nodded. “You know. I thought it might be something like that.”