Chapter 14When we reached the street, Gia crumpled the letter and shoved it in her coat pocket. The sun had set while we were inside Finnigan's office, and the streetlamps were all lit. Tonight was the open market where local artisans and creative types set up tables under the covered outdoor plaza in the center of town. There were only a few days left before Christmas and all the shops hoped to make as many sales as possible.
Gia plodded down the street. When she saw I wasn't following, she slumped against the front entrance of a nearby brick building adorned with wreaths, reindeer images, and snowmen decorations. “Can you bring me to Augie? I need to talk to him.”
“Sure, but let's chat first. What happened in there?” I couldn't imagine what Porter had told Gia in that letter. If it had
