Angus didn’t answer. “He can take care of himself.” He looked around, as if trying to solve a mystery. “I didn’t realize he hadn’t come back.”

Heat slipped into Nari’s face. They had been rather preoccupied getting naked together.

Angus’s burner phone beeped and he pressed the Speaker button. “Hey, Bridge. Where’s the Brit?”

“His phone tracks to his apartment building,” Brigid said, just as the front door opened and Jethro walked in. “I have to go back to work.” She clicked off.

Angus took a menacing step toward Jethro. “Where the fuck have you been?”

Jethro shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed mail onto the counter, both of his eyebrows rising. “Gee, Dad. I’m sorry I missed curfew.” He looked at Nari, his gaze full of questions.

Oh, she wasn’t in the mood. “You said you’d be home after meeting friends for dinner and you didn’t come back. At the very least you could’ve called. People have been shooting at us lately, you know.” She tapped her foot on the concrete.

His lip ticked up, but he wisely refrained from calling her his mom. “Dinner went well, I got on with a visiting professor, and we went to her place for a nightcap.” He did look relaxed this morning and, with his hair rumpled, more like a James Bond than ever. “I stayed for breakfast.” He paused. “Do I need to add any more details?”

“No,” Angus bit out. “We get the picture.”

“Excellent,” Jethro said, patting Roscoe on the head and walking toward his bedroom. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to shower and get to class by one this afternoon.” He whistled a jaunty tune and disappeared into the bedroom.

“What an ass,” Angus muttered, then turned to stare at the murder board.

Nari laughed. “Well, I guess he’s all grown up now.” Angus’s responding smile warmed her heart. Shared moments like that made her like him even more. “I have to go to HDD and do an exit interview as well as fill out some HR forms. Do you need the rental car?”

He studied her. “Yes. I’ll drop you off at HDD and then pick you up afterward. You’ll be safe at the agency so long as you remain there. Promise me?”

“Sure,” she said. “It should only take a few hours, from what I understand.” She needed to keep her COBRA insurance.

Angus dialed a number and left the phone on speaker.

“What?” Brigid’s Irish accent emerged with her exasperation.

Angus grimaced. “Sorry to keep bugging you, but do you have any leads on the missing doctor?”