Page 116 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

He stood, putting on and zipping his jacket. “I’ll have to pick up some tablets at the pharmacy.”

Mini beamed as she gained her feet. “She’s beautiful, Nathan.”

He grinned—couldn’t help it. “She’s not half-bad if you’re into kind, smart, insanely talented artists.”

Mini made a sound in her throat as she clasped her fingers. “I recognize that dopey look. Gabe and Isaac had it on their faces when they brought their loves home to meet Michael and me. If you’ll remember, we had two weddings that summer.” She took his hands. “You’re in love.”

Ah, shit. “Mini—”

She shook her head. “I’m not looking for a confirmation, but I know what I know.”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

Laughing, Mini stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “You go have a good rest of the day.”

“I will. You too.” He left, chuckling. He was still short on answers, but he had no doubt Mini would be burning up the phone lines to Phoenix before the day was over. He was willing to bet his mother would have an earful before noon. He got back into the Tahoe, drove the two blocks to the office, and went inside.

Kay turned in her seat, holding today’s paper in one hand and a red pen in the other. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” He unzipped his jacket. “Things are quiet around here.”

Kay set down her pen and the crossword puzzle she was currently working on. “And you’re complaining?”

He smiled. “No.”

“I have to imagine that $250 fine you issued Tobias yesterday will keep Fanny from calling in for a while. Although Tobias will be paying a lot more than that once Jeremy gets Fanny the quote to repair the damages to her cedar shingles.”

Nate scratched his jaw, but he couldn’t stop his grin.

Kay shook her head. “How in the world does a dog eat the siding off of a house? And why is he always torturing poor Fanny?”

Nate struggled with a laugh. “She’s lucky, I guess.”

Kay chuckled as she shook her head again. “Keeps things interesting, that’s for sure.”

“That’s a word for it.” Nate walked to her desk as he pulled the picture out of his jacket pocket. “Kay, do you remember this woman?”

She took the photograph, studied it, and shook her head. “No. Should I?”

He shrugged. “No, not necessarily.”

“Who is she?”

“I’m not sure. I spotted her in one of the old public access videos. Fourth of July. 1995. You gave her a vanilla ice cream cone at the booth the Main Street Diner sets up every year.”

Kay raised her brow. “I did?”

He nodded. “That’s what it looked like to me.”

“Huh.” She handed back the picture. “What are you looking into?”

“I’m helping a buddy of mine with a cold case.” That was technically the truth.

“I’m sorry I can’t help. I wish I remembered her.”

“It was a long time ago. I’m going to head to my office. Let me know if you need anything.”

“You’ll be the first.”