. "I see you, sir. I've watched you doing things to Miss Catherine that she ain't aware of." And how do you know she's not aware of them," he conceded... Apparently Jessie had witnessed him and his wife, without him knowing it."I heard you, sir. You told Miss Catherine that she wouldn't remember anything the two of you did each night. I listened real good, sir. I know what you do each night, but I'm not sure how you did it. I want you to show me. Please." And if I refuse?" Then I'll just have to. ‘I’ve got a bachelor’s in psychology. I’m saving up to go back for my master’s.’ I nodded and went back to my coffee as she walked off to attend to a couple sitting in one of the booths on the other side of the diner. So, Jess probably had Seasonal Affective Disorder, huh? ‘More like Seasonal Affection Disorder,’ I thought to myself, and then chuckled at the hideous word play. Chapter Five – Spring Again The phone rang, jolting me out of my sleep. I looked blearily at the alarm clock. It was. One is ex-LAPD and knows the SWAT Captain ... called him as soon as they shot the cops. Swat was close due to a training exercise. When the sirens came all heck broke loose.”“Any guys still outside?” It was a logical question.“Just the driver in the Camaro, he tried to drive but was blocked in by the van, so he jumped out of the car and ran through the back yard before SWAT pulled up. My second guy, a probie, followed him and earned his pay.”That was the moment when I knew what this call was. Perhaps I could take you for afternoon tea?’ Oh yeah, Jasmine-scented tea and stale scones served with cake forks and white lace table napkins? It’s was an offer begging to be declined with a gruff no thanks, instead Nash heeded a signal from his brain and accepted, thinking it was an opportunity to find out more about the Chevy. ‘Jump in Mr…?’ ‘Carson, but call me Nash.’ ‘My goodness, what an unusual first name,’ she said, introducing herself as Hope Honeybun. Nash didn’t comment about both.