That was true, but when something came across as strange, she never ignored it. “When Sanders first called and reported what happened, there was one thing that didn’t sit right. He said the contractor got winged and is home already, but the guy with him chose that particular moment to measure behind the bar.”

“You don’t buy it?” Emma raised her head and kissed her shoulder. “The guy could’ve just lucked out.”

She considered it for a minute and shook her head. “I’m not moving the bar. I might add another one, but the one in there comes from Ireland, so I’m not messing with it. One of Da’s friends sent it as a gift when he heard we were planning to open the pub, and it’s old as hell.”

“Why was he measuring it, then?” Emma asked, sitting up.

“We need to do some work before we go asking questions like that, lass. I like knowing the answers before I think someone is lying to me. But it’s something to look into.” She got up and followed Emma into the bathroom.

“You would’ve made a good attorney, honey. I think that’s one of the rules before you go to court.” Emma got their toothbrushes out.

“The problem is, once I ask those questions, a lot of those folks never make it to court.”

They showered together and ordered breakfast sent up. Their day would start soon enough, and it’d be nice to enjoy the few hours they had left before the world demanded in. Lou came in and gave her an update on all their businesses and another one on Josh. Mark, her surgeon, promised no one would get into intensive care to question Josh, and his visitors’ list would be limited to Sanders and Dino.

“Nathan Mosley called this morning and asked if he could have a few more hours. He’s working on a lead and wanted to wait to see if it panned out,” Lou said as his phone rang. She motioned for him to get it. He listened and gave a simple answer. “Send her up.”

“Is Judice early?” Emma asked.

“She’s downstairs and doesn’t mind waiting if you’re not ready, but I thought you might want to get the news on Colin and get this over with,” Lou said.

“Good, since I’m dying to know.” Emma laughed.

Lou excused himself once Judice arrived alone. Cain had ordered some more coffee and drinks and was surprised Judice relaxed enough to take a cup. It was an opportunity to study her while she fixed her coffee and to think about Judice with her father. Judice was completely different than her mother in coloring, and her hair a much brasher shade of red, but that probably wasn’t her real color. She was different, but still a beautiful woman.