Dana settled herself in the one guest chair in the minuscule office, facing Nari across a short desk. A wide picture of an outdoor scene, a pretty lake, took up the entire wall behind the psychologist. “How did you end up with the closet for an office?”

Nari rolled her eyes. “Angus took the only office; the other two spaces are larger case rooms.” She tapped one red nail against her lips. “We do have two interrogation rooms to the left of the elevators, but we’ve needed both a couple of times, so oh well.”

“Kat likes it in here.” Dana nodded at the kitten sprawled across the keyboard, snoring softly.

Nari slid her chair to the side and away from the computer. “How has your first day been?”

“Fine. This morning, I conducted some research and compiled information on a bank robber. I’ll hit the case on securities fraud next. I’m nowhere near as good as Brigid on the computers, but I do have some decent contacts.” Dana crossed her legs and sat back in the chair.

“You’re not here to be a hacker,” Nari said, smiling. Today the shrink had worn a light pink blouse, dark slacks, and very pretty gray and black sandals, with her black hair tied up in a messy bun. “How are you doing working with Clarence?”

“So far, so good,” Dana said. “I’ve been in the computer room, and he’s been out working with Malcolm, so I can’t really say we’ve collaborated much.” Not that Wolfe was much of a collaborator.

“Tell me about this case you and Wolfe are working that involves leather pants.” Nari leaned forward, her brown eyes sparkling. “That was quite a sight.”

“I know,” Dana said, her voice hushed. “Could you believe it?”

Nari laughed. “No. What’s the case about?”

“I can’t tell you.” Dana didn’t have enough about Candy’s story to share, and she wasn’t going to betray Wolfe’s confidence, either. “Sorry.”

“It’s part of the gig,” Nari said.

“My story isn’t a case for the unit.” Dana reached down and tied her shoelace. The previous month, they’d been attacked and Nari had fought like a warrior before Dana was taken. “I’ve been wondering. Where did you learn to fight?”

“My mom,” Nari said. “She owns a jewelry store in L.A., but she has always trained. It’s something we did together as I was growing up.”

That was so sweet. Dana chuckled. “My mom taught me to fish and play the piano.”

“Cool.” Nari neatly stacked purple file folders on her desk. “I’m worried about Wolfe and think I could assist with whatever case you two are working.”

Dana straightened. “Why are you worried?”

Nari patted the files. “I’m afraid I can’t get into that.”