Frank settled back in his chair. “So tell me, other than that, how was your day?”

She perched on the edge of a two-drawer file cabinet. “I checked out that storage unit. Then I took a quick run over to meet a new client. Someone Ryan sent our way.”

“Really?” Frank guffawed. “See, he’s not such a bad sort. Probably trying to worm his way back into your good graces.”

“He knew better than to call me. He phoned Becca and begged us to go see the woman right away.”

“I wondered what he was up to. He took a call and left the game early. What’s her name?”

“Quinn. Quinn Newell.”

Frank thought for a moment. “Must be a new one.”

“She lives in Mandarin Cliffs.”

Frank’s eyebrows rose. He rubbed his fingers against his thumb.

“Looks like it,” Emily said. “Fabulous house. Married to a creep.”

“A dead creep?”

The comment made her squirm. “No, it’s the other client, the one with the storage unit, who’s a widow. Becca and I should be able to help both of them, though I’m really not sure why the woman in Mandarin Cliffs feels like she needs our help at all. It’s not like she’s a hoarder. Because we know firsthand what that looks like.”

Ignoring the dig, Frank said, “Sometimes people have a hard time letting things go.” Maybe he had been listening to her when she filled him in on her clients and their possessions. “At least Mrs. Mandarin Cliffs will pay you what you’re worth.”

“You guessed it. Ryan suggested that we could charge double our usual rate.”

“You’re worth double. Working Sunday night? Are nights and weekends going to become the new normal?”

“Hey, I don’t tell you when to work and what to bill your clients.”

“Point taken.” He gathered up the papers strewn across his desk.

“A new case?”

“Homeowner’s suing over a smoke detector that she says short-circuited and caused her house to catch fire. She’s not asking for a big payout. Just expenses. But it could open the door to a class action, so they’re taking no chances.” He took a drink of coffee. “Never thought I’d be reading circuit schematics and fault trees. Know what’s the most common cause of smoke detector failure?” He smirked. “Dirt. People don’t clean them.” He turned away from her and opened his laptop.