“I’m glad he was there when you needed him.”
“Yeah.” Owen left her in the kitchen.
After she heard his bedroom door shut, Terra headed for her own room. She shut the door behind her. Closed her eyes and forced back the nausea. She was jumping to conclusions. But...
God, Owen can’t be involved in the artifacts trafficking. He just can’t.
Her cell rang, and she grabbed it. Jack. Her heart jumped and moisture bloomed on her palms. What was she? Sixteen? She blew out a breath to steady her reaction. Terra hoped he didn’t have more bad news.
“What’s up?” she answered.
“You want to go with me to Bar Wars?”
She couldn’t help the smile that erupted. “Have you lost your mind?”
“It’s a stakeout. I got a lead. We’re going to watch the bar and see who stops in.”
“Tonight? You want me to meet you tonight?”
“No. I want you to open your door. I’m outside. If you want to go, you can ride with me. Come on, Terra, it will help get your mind off what happened. And we need a break in this.”
“Where’d you get the lead?”
“Boba Fett.”
“Excuse me?” Terra almost barked a laugh.
“Bartender named Boba Fett said he spotted a guy who looked a lot like the pilot who disappeared from the hospital.”