“Okay, that’s good. I can handle the follow-up if you don’t want to.”

“I thought you were off this weekend?”

“I am.”

“Then take your own advice and take the time while you can.”

“I will.”

Antonio unlocked his car and slid behind the wheel, glad to be out of the damn hospital. And now he had to go back tomorrow. He was dreading it, but he wouldn’t ask Brandon to cover the interview on one of his rare off-call days.

“So, where are you now?” Antonio asked.

“I’ve got something to wrap up, and then I’m heading out.”

His answer was vague, and Antonio knew what that meant. Whatever the “something” was had to do with Leigh Larson. Brandon wasn’t usually a fan of lawyers, but that didn’t apply to Leigh, apparently. Antonio didn’t know what was going on with the two of them, but he knew better than to ask.

“Call me if you need anything,” Antonio told him.

“Same to you.”

*   *   *

Brandon walked down the ramp, scanning the cars and pedestrians outside the garage. No sign of any black pickups. No skateboarders, either, although Brandon had spotted evidence of people hanging out and vaping at the top of the parking garage.

Exiting the garage, he looked at Leigh’s building. The porch light glowed, along with a light on the second floor, where the accounting firm had offices.

As Brandon retraced his steps toward his truck, he noted the light spilling from a first-floor window on the side of the building. Leigh’s office. It looked like she was working late. On a Friday night, no less. He should leave her to it.

Instead, he found himself walking up the sidewalk and mounting the steps.

The door swung open.

“Hi,” she said with a smile.

“Let me guess. You’re on your way to get dinner?”

“Nope.” She nodded across the street. “I saw your truck from the window and then I noticed you walking around.”

He watched her, wondering at his sudden inability to make small talk. Her hair was still up in a ponytail, but little strands had come loose around her neck.

“So.” She tipped her head to the side, looking amused. “What brings you over here tonight?”

It was a softball, and he managed to catch it.

“I’m following up on the lead you gave us.”

“The black truck?” She cast a worried look over his shoulder.

“The skateboarders.”

“Oh. Any luck?”

“No.”

She gazed up at him, and he tried to keep his focus on her eyes, and not the second button of her blouse, which had somehow come undone since he’d seen her that morning.

“Would you like to come in?” She moved back to usher him inside.