“About time you showed up,” Nina said when Kip walked into the agency’s waiting room Monday morning.
“Excuse me? It’s…” He checked the time. “Okay, so I’m five minutes late. Sue me.”
“Would I get anything if I did,” she asked with a grin. “Your first appointment is due in ten minutes and John’s already at work on some background checks, he said.”
Kip twirled a finger as he went in back, stepping into John’s office. “Background checks?” The image on the monitor might have passed as that if Kip hadn’t recognized the website.
“I figured I’d take a few minutes to see what else the cops have found out about Parker. According to his preliminary report—” John tapped the screen, “—Detective Ingles, who’s in charge of the case, knows bupkis other than Parker’s home address and the company he wo
