Any detective worth his salt could figure it out. Hell, Leigh could probably figure it out with some basic nosing around. It was a good lead.

As if on cue, a dark sedan pulled into the parking lot and slid into a space in front of the clinic. Leigh felt a flutter of nerves as she watched a pair of detectives get out, one tall and one short.

“Welp. Looks like they’re back,” Leigh said.

“Who?”

“Reynolds and Peña.” Leigh replaced the lid on her fruit cup. She hadn’t finished lunch, but she wasn’t eager to cross paths with them. Detectives, as a rule, were protective about their cases, and that went double for Brandon.

Tiffany checked her phone. “I’d better get back,” she said, gathering up her food.

“Same. Thanks for meeting. It was good to catch up.”

They stood.

“Take care of yourself, Tiffany.”

She gave a tired smile. “I try.”

CHAPTER SIX

After a frustrating day, Brandon swung by Leigh’s law firm. He found a space on Tenth Street and surveyed the old house from his truck. The front windows were dark, both upstairs and down, but light spilled from a window along the side of the building. Given the blue Mustang parked in the alley, Brandon suspected the office with the light on might be Leigh’s.

He slid from his pickup and glanced around. This part of downtown emptied in the evenings as nine-to-fivers either commuted home or migrated to Sixth Street for happy hour. A homeless guy pushed a shopping cart through an intersection, watching Brandon with a wary look.

Brandon walked up the sidewalk to the old house and mounted the creaky wooden stairs. A brick sign in the yard advertised Leigh’s firm, as well as an accounting business that apparently shared the building. The porch was dark. Shadows shifted as a fat gray cat dashed behind a planter.

Suddenly, the light switched on and the door opened.

“Hey,” Leigh said, clearly surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

She stepped out, pulling the door shut behind her. She looked sexy again today in a tight black skirt and silky pink blouse. Instead of heels she wore sequined purple flip-flops.

“Headed home?” Brandon asked as she twisted around to lock the door.

“Nope. Dinner break.” She turned to face him.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, you know. Food. Water. Sustenance. In this case, tofu pad thai.” She smiled. “Care to join me?”

“You want me to have tofu with you?”

“Have whatever you like. I’m going to Mei’s.” She nodded at the Thai restaurant on the corner. “They’ve got an eclectic menu.”

“I’m good on food, but I’ll walk with you.”

He stepped aside, and she gave him an amused look before going ahead of him down the stairs.

“To what do I owe the honor of this visit?”