‘I saw Vince last night.’
Liz and Terry had settled with coffee in his office with the door closed. The main office was abuzz with detectives and support staff brainstorming the Hardy case. Pete was running things—allegedly—and the noise level was blissfully less in here.
‘How’s Melanie?’ Terry asked.
‘I was there a bit late, and she was asleep, but from the sound of things, she’s doing alright. Gave him a scare by following a kitten in the rain but I think he’s more worried she’ll ask to adopt it than anything.’
Terry laughed at that. ‘I can see him with a tiny kitten. He just doesn’t know yet how much he’ll love it.’
‘I’ll reserve judgement on that. Look, I know you said to keep him in the dark, but I did mention the paint transfer—with a strong reminder of the possibility it was an
