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Tansy turned to Tessa. “Did you happen to notice where either Joe or Lia were at any of those times?”
She closed her eyes again and Joe saw her squeeze Flynn’s hand. “I watched to see where he went one time. Lia and Aisling were laughing about something and heading into the front room. He dropped the wood and went out the back door.”
Flynn grinned. “That’s it. If he was bringing wood downstairs, it should have been a rotten piece. There was no reason to drop it inside. We collected all of that out back.”
Was this him? Was this the person they were looking for?
Tessa passed the sketch back to Joe and Lia. He still couldn’t figure out why he was familiar. Lia didn’t think she’d ever seen him before, but without a full face, it was difficult to be sure.
Nico grabbed the sketch and took a photo of it. “I’ll send this to Roman and ask him to run it in the morning. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’s in the system.” Roman Delgado was Nico’s former profiler partner back at the FBI in Sacramento and he would be happy to help.
They sure as hell could use a little luck. But for now, he’d comb through his recent cases and see if that triggered a memory of this guy.
Lia wanted to head back to her new building to continue the work, but Joe had committed to a full-day workshop with the Midnight Security team and he’d almost gone into complete panic mode when she suggested she could go in with Aisling and Bella.
Of course, she could have gone anyway, but she didn’t want him to worry. Because that’s what being in love meant. And she was totally in love. It was such an amazing feeling. Big, bright, and so much more comfortable than she’d expected.
Instead of working on her office, she’d taken her laptop out on the deck and started researching the supplies she would need to order for the building. So many supplies. Working at the hospital, she’d taken all the supplies for granted.
Not anymore. The office might be a great building, but it was completely devoid of anything required for a modern doctor’s office. She needed everything from exam tables and the paper for them to toilet paper for the bathrooms.
She needed lists of lists.
Even after she decided what she needed, the decisions didn’t stop there. The types of medical tools were easy to choose, but choosing which exam table would best match the vibe of the building was only the beginning of tortuous decisions.
Josie walked onto the deck with her omnipresent sketchpad. “Hi Lia. Mind if I sit out here as well or do you need the solitude?”
Lia grinned. “Not only do I not mind, I’d appreciate it. I don’t think I can make another decision on supplies without feeling my brain leak out my ears.”
“For Doc’s?”
She didn’t know what that meant and she looked out at the lake. “Docks?”
Josie laughed. “No. Doc’s as in short for Doctor’s. Someone started using the name yesterday and it seems to have stuck. If you don’t like it, you’d better come up with a new name fast before everyone gets used to it.”
Wow. Doc’s. It wasn’t bad at all. She liked that it didn’t have her name in it. Or the word Phail. It would look good on a sign and match the casual vibe of the town. It certainly wasn’t stuffy. She nodded at Josie. “I think I like it.”
Josie grinned and sat beside her. “Me too. It’s fun and simple. And it brings to mind the history of the building too. So, what decisions are frying your brain?”
Lia angled her laptop so Josie could see her screen. “My current decision is exam tables.”
Josie laughed. “Which ones do you hate? Eliminate those first. Then eliminate the ones that don’t have the features you need.”
That left her with seven choices. Much better than dozens. “Where were you when I started this mess?”
Josie laughed and pointed at one of the tables. “That one has an old-world feel that would fit in great with Doc’s.”
She was right. “Sold.” She added it to her cart and jotted down the item number on her spreadsheet. “Do you have a few minutes to help? I don’t have a good sense of design and I still need a few things. Okay, I need a lot of things. All the things. Help.”
Josie laughed and put down her sketchpad. “Let’s get this done.”
Josie’s artistic eye and intelligent approach made the work much easier and soon Lia had put orders in for dozens of items. Josie assured her the items all had the same feel and would work together with the saloon’s vibe. Even the paper towel and soap dispensers.
“You’re a lifesaver, Josie.”
Her friend laughed. “I believe that’s in your job description, not mine.”
Lia double-checked her lists and saved them all in the spreadsheet Tessa had created for her. The entire process was overwhelming and exhausting.
