"There is nothing to tell. If you want your money back, find Claudia and find my father."
Roman just glared at her. "Stubborn woman. Anyway, I have a question to ask you."
"Yeah," she said, as she enjoyed her soup.
"Did you mean what you said about helping me find who killed Beau?"
As she sipped on her soup, Poppy's eyes veered to him, cautious about how to answer that. "Well, yes. If I could."
"I want you to attend the wedding reception. You'll be under our watch and wearing a wire."
Poppy's eyes went wide as she placed the tray on the bedside table and wiped her mouth. "You want me to spy on Luke?"
"More than that. I want you to get intel. He knows something and I want to know what. If you say he didn't do it, prove it. Ask him what he knows, and I'll consider letting you go once I get all the taken care of."
Poppy pulled the blankets up tight around her. "You promise you won't hurt him?"
"If he has nothing to hide, I have no reason to."
