Twenty-Eight
It took about a half-hour and a couple cups of herbal tea to calm Nate down.
“What happened?” I asked Anna in the kitchen as she made the tea.
“He got here about fifteen minutes before you. Heard him banging on the door, ringing the doorbell, calling for you. I thought there had been some kind of accident. Nate rushed in when I opened the door. He was breathing hard, saying he needed to talk to you, over and over again, he needed to talk to you. I would have called you but I tried to calm him down, tried to get him to tell me what was wrong. He just kept saying he needed to talk to you, he was in a lot of trouble. What do you think he was talking about?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I know he hasn’t been at The Perfect Cup for a few days. Maybe he had some kind of fa
