Page 1015 of One More Kiss

“I appreciate your help,” I said, determined to remain professional even in the face of his obvious disdain.

With a final nod, Wallace made his way back to work, and I stared up at the imposing set of boxes looming over us.

“I’m going to take a spin around these, see if I can sniff anything out,” Connor said.

I nodded without responding, already working on spinning up a spell to search for any traces of tea leaves that might still be around a week later.

Ten minutes later, we were done.

“Anything?” Connor asked as he trotted back up to me, having completed his circuit.

“Nothing. Not even a hint of the remains of tea. You?”

“This place is full of crisscrossing scents. Nothing I recognized, but if I run into them again, I’ll know them.”

I sighed, but I wasn’t terribly surprised. “Okay. Let’s go check out the trucking company.”

As we headed back to the SUV, leaving our hardhats where Wallace had indicated, Connor remarked, “Seems like an awfully long drive for nothing.”

This time, I was the one who grinned at him. “Welcome to the life of a private investigator.”

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