“Yes. Other than that.”

Her mind flipped through memories. “No,” she finally said.

“Off the top of my head”—his phone buzzed again—“you told me Kevin was in law enforcement.” Buzz . . . Buzz . . . How could the man let his cell phone ring and not pick it up? Buzz . . . Buzz . . . Sarah was tempted to reach over and answer it herself. “Wouldn’t that give your ex the skills and know-how to do surveillance?” Sarah’s attention snapped from the sound of the phone to what Mick was saying. “It would be child’s play for him to bug your lawyer’s phone, to trace his incoming calls, emails, et cetera. So that would be one possibility.” He glanced to the right. A small cluster of gas stations and a coffee shop were fast approaching. “I’m going to grab a coffee. You want one?”

“Sure.”

Mick steered onto the off-ramp. Thankfully, his phone had gone silent. “Also, since your lawyer handles major estates like your parents’, he would have staff.” He pulled into a parking spot. “What’ll you have?”

Sarah opened her door. “I’ll come with you. Will be nice to stretch my legs.”

They headed toward Starbucks. “All Kevin would have needed to do,” Mick continued, “was convince one person in that office to assist him in obtaining information.”

*   *   *

Sarah grabbed Mick’s arm, tugging him to a stop. She was staring at him as if he’d announced that elephants could fly. “Do you think?” she whispered. There was a spark of vulnerability in her eyes, and hope, too. “Oh my, Mick. Kevin could have bugged the phones. He could have paid someone off in Phillip’s office.” Her clasped hands rose to her mouth, almost as if she were praying.

His phone started vibrating again. The only person Mick knew who was that persistent was Peterson, and he could wait. Mick watched as Sarah’s fingers extended to a form a peak, which she tapped against her lips. Her eyes flickered shut for a moment, as if she were absorbing these new ideas through the molecules of her skin, a plant converting carbon dioxide into oxygen. When she reopened her eyes, the internal metamorphosis was astounding. She extended her hands to cup his face. “Thank you,” she said. “Of course.” Her eyes were glowing, happiness and relief shining out. “I can’t even begin to tell you what this means to me. Thank you so much.” She leaned forward and placed her lips on his, soft, gentle, and warm. A kiss of gratitude, and the tenderness of it had Mick reeling. Never had he experienced the pure sweetness of a kiss like that. And then her mouth lifted from his, and her hands followed suit and returned to her sides. But her eyes, the glorious gaze of her beautiful glowing sapphire eyes remained fixed on his.

“Can you answer that now?” she asked.

“What?” His mouth was still tingling, and his brain was mush.