Nari’s eyes softened. “Very. I miss them, being across the country now. But I love my job.”

“Why psychiatry with an emphasis in PTSD?” Brigid asked. The shrink was good at helping people and she seemed nice enough, but that was quite the field to study.

Nari just smiled. “There are reasons for everything we do, right?”

“Yes. And your reason?”

Nari exhaled. “I was kidnapped as a child and survived.” She held up a hand when Brigid gasped. “I was frightened but not physically harmed, but PTSD often doesn’t care about how trauma comes about.”

A chill clacked down Brigid’s spine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Curiosity almost made Brigid ask questions, but it wasn’t right. If Nari wanted to share more, she would. The shrink didn’t say anything else.

“No worries. I hadn’t told you,” Nari said.

What was a lighter subject? They needed to get back to a comfortable situation. “How many languages do you speak?” Brigid only spoke English and computer nerd.

“Three. English, Chinese, and French.” Nari leaned closer to the first computer, her eyes widening. “Oh my. Is that your father?”

Brigid turned toward the monitor to see two uniformed police officers handcuffing her dad right beyond an intersection. He wasn’t fighting them and instead hung his head, letting them place him in a police car. How in the heck? Wait a minute. “I take it Force put out a BOLO?”

Nari chewed on her pink lipstick. “Apparently. Well, the good news is that you’ll see your dad soon.”

Geez. Force could’ve told her he’d plastered her dad’s face all over town. Maybe she could’ve helped with the search, if she’d known the police were involved. But at least her father looked safe right now.

Force poked his head in the door. “We just had the state police pick up your dad.”

“We saw it in live time,” Brigid said, her chest pounding. “What now?”

“The cops will turn him over to us, even though they want to charge him with grand theft. He’s only about thirty miles away.” Force leaned against the doorway, his dark hair ruffled, and his green eyes blazing. He’d dressed in his usual jeans, boots, and button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His last name certainly fit. “I need you to be the one to get through to him. If he doesn’t tell us where the evidence is, we have no leverage against Eddie, and we can’t get into that computer room you want so badly.”

Brigid swallowed. Her next words hurt to say, but they were the truth. “My dad doesn’t trust me, Angus.”

Force lifted a shoulder. “Don’t care. Make him trust you.” He turned his grumpy gaze toward Nari. “You’re the famous shrink here. How can she get through to her dad?”