Nari clipped inside and drew out a chair. Her hair was neatly held back in a cool sparkly clip, and her lipstick was a pretty pink today. She held a cup of peppermint-scented tea in her smooth hands. “Any luck finding your father?”

Brigid looked toward a computer displaying all traffic cams in the area. “Not yet. He hot-wired a blue truck from a Walmart, and I’m trying to find where he went from there.” Who knew her dad could hot-wire a car? She was oddly impressed.

Nari had donned a pair of glasses, making her look even more brilliant than usual. But she probably didn’t know that. Her voice remained soft and her gaze focused. “Is this difficult for you? Helping us find your dad?”

Brigid barely kept from rolling her eyes. “Don’t shrink me.”

“It’s my job.” Nari reached over and placed a cool hand on Brigid’s arm. “Plus, we’re friends. I want to help.”

Brigid looked at the psychiatrist. “This situation is difficult for me, because I think my dad is probably planning to kill Eddie Coonan, if this enforcer stuff is all true. Eddie is well armed, and he could hurt my dad.”

Nari eyed the other computers. “Sounds logical, Brigid.” She cocked her head. “What else do you have going on in here?”

Brigid turned toward the second screen. “Deep dive on Senator Scot Tyson to connect him with Eddie Coonan. So far, nothing. But I just got started.” The man was powerful, that was for sure.

Nari turned to the final screen. “That one?”

“Another search. I took info off Eddie’s computer and am trying to find out what he’s into now and why he’s trying to get ahold of my father. Say there is a journal, and my dad has it, why track Dad down now? But I need access to the computers in that bar outside of Boston. I can’t search them remotely.”

Nari pointed to an open laptop in the corner. “And that one?”

“The Lassiter case. Anything that could possibly prove the guy is alive,” Brigid said, wanting to return to her keyboards. “Nothing yet.”

Nari looked around. “We need to get something for your walls. Anything. A cork board and maybe a picture.”

Brigid didn’t much care about the walls. It was the hardware that mattered. “Fine by me.” Then she turned toward the shrink. “If we’re friends, why don’t you tell me something about youself? I mean, like, where are you from?”

Nari turned from the screen to Brigid. “I was born in Los Angles, and both of my parents are from Macau.” When Brigid kept staring at her, she crossed her legs. “All right. My mom owns a jewelry store in LA, and my dad is a lawyer. Corporate tax.”

That sounded like a nice background. “Are you close to them?”