Chapter 3
Under the marine-blue awning at the entry to City Hall, Bennett shrugged out of the hooded slicker he usually used on his boat. He hung it on a temporary rack Nan always wheeled out by the door in inclement weather, which was rare here. Beside the coatrack, a colorful array of umbrellas filled a stand, and a pair of yellow rain boots stood beside it. He opened the door and went in.
“Morning, Nan.”
“Hi, Mr. Mayor. Trouble this morning?” Nan gathered a handful of pink message slips.
“Old house, heavy rain. Helped Ivy with a leak.” Bennett thumbed through the messages. “Busy morning here.”
“Yours is. And you have an appointment with the city attorney on the mediation. Maeve is talking to Boz right now in the conference room. They just began.”
“On my way.” Bennett asked Nan to
