“I can"t say I blame him,” I muttered.
“Agreed. Why this interest in Bridget Huston?”
“She"s pretty protective of AJ. Like AJ needs to be protected by a punker,” I said with a snort. Weeks chuckled, nodding with agreement. “Anyway, somehow she got wind of my going on his boat this afternoon, and I heard that she"s—oh, this is so stupid.” I leaned my elbows on the table, ran fingers through my bangs and blew a breath out of frustration.
“No. Go ahead. Anything might help in the investigation.”
“Well, my friend, Nadine, overheard her threatening to beat me up, or something like that.”
“Nadine Shaw?” I nodded, marveling at how he could bring up her last name as though he had a little computer in his brain. Cop brain. “How would she know this?”
“She works at Life on a Half-shell. She ove
