The hallway felt colder than before. I wound through the building, my heels striking hard against the marble floor, walked outside, and descended the courthouse steps.
Cormac Coretti stood waiting at the bottom. His black coat hung open, his stance casual but alert.
“Hi,” I said, stopping two steps above him. “What are you doing here?”
“I was waiting for you.”
I shook my head. “How did you know I was here?”
His grin curved slow, minus the dimple. “I find people. And things.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes. I have a line on your grandmother’s silver boxes.”
That caught my attention. “You do?”
“I do.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Just wanted to give you a heads-up.”
My pulse ticked faster. “What’s the line?”
He clicked his tongue. “Oh, no. I follow my own investigations. But remember, when I get them back, I’m invited to the family barbecue.”
I exhaled through my nose, half a sigh, half a laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”
“True.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.
I frowned. “Why don’t you just ask Donna out again?”
“She doesn’t seem inclined.” He said it without a trace of frustration, like rejection barely grazed him.
My gaze dropped to the street below. Brooke Walton strolled past, her hand looped through Henry Johnston’s as they headed toward my sister’s restaurant. The sight made my brows rise.
Cormac followed my look. “They’re an odd pair.”
“She’s testing the field,” I said.
“Maybe she just hasn’t found what she wants.”
My focus stayed on the couple a moment longer. “Maybe not.”
“Henry’s a process server, right?”
I didn’t question how Cormac knew that fact. “Yes. I think he also wants to open a detective agency now.”
Cormac shook his head, looking tough as the storm gathered around him. “Everyone wants to be a detective. It’s not that easy. You need a gift for it.”
“Oh, do you?” I met his gaze. “You really think you can find those boxes?”
“Like I said, I have a line on them.” He shifted his weight. “Also have some bad news. The CCTV from the hospital doesn’t show who stole the silver boxes from your father’s vehicle. He parked in a blank spot, probably on accident.”
Of course it was an accident. My gaze narrowed.
Cormac lifted a hand. “Honest. It’s the truth. Sorry.”
Why was he so believable? We’d see. Aiden was also getting that CCTV.
Cormac shrugged. “Even so, I’ll find them. I promise.”
