A week later, Nick tapped on the open CSI office door. Grace glanced up distractedly from scanning through on-screen pictures of a burglary in Appleby.
“Good to see you back, Grace.”
“After that last pep talk, how could I not return?”
He nodded, trying not to let her words ridiculously please him. “Where’s Blenkinship?”
“On a leadership skills course.” There was just a brush of strain beneath her brisk tone. “I have no illusions he will return a changed man. Can I help?”
“It was you I was after.” He paused. “I don’t suppose you’d fancy another little trip out, would you?”
She pushed back from her desk, asked in that same cool tone, “And where did you have in mind this time?”
“Well, I hear…Scotland’s nice this time of year.” He grinned suddenly. “I finally tracked down Conor O’Keefe and Pollock’s given me the go-ahead. Grab your coat.”