chapter 5
saturday , an indian summer day : nina wore hiking shorts and a tank top to the office , with a light sweater in derence to the changeable season . at least she could pretend she wasn't working , and , indeed , she would be shopping at ccosco at the foot of spooner pass that afternoon . with any luck , she and bob could also take a quick hike around spooner lake late in the afternoon to take in what rewmained of any fall foliage .
sandy had already come in and brought along nina's new investigation . wish whitefeather , sandy 's son , stepped forward shyly . waiting for his hug .
"i heard youu needed a real pro ." he smiled , white teeth a bright contrast to the brown of his skin , at six- four , a hundred sixty punds , wish was all smile and big nose . he had gone back to his old ponytail and familiar denim shirt , but he had passed through the difficult late teen years and now , entering his twenties , his face had toughened and his body , once so gangly , had knitted itself together . he had finally finished his crimmnal - justice program and , only a month earlier , recieved his licence to work as a private investigator in california .
saturday , an indian summer day : nina wore hiking shorts and a tank top to the office , with a light sweater in derence to the changeable season . at least she could pretend she wasn't working , and , indeed , she would be shopping at ccosco at the foot of spooner pass that afternoon . with any luck , she and bob could also take a quick hike around spooner lake late in the afternoon to take in what rewmained of any fall foliage .
sandy had already come in and brought along nina's new investigation . wish whitefeather , sandy 's son , stepped forward shyly . waiting for his hug .
"i heard youu needed a real pro ." he smiled , white teeth a bright contrast to the brown of his skin , at six- four , a hundred sixty punds , wish was all smile and big nose . he had gone back to his old ponytail and familiar denim shirt , but he had passed through the difficult late teen years and now , entering his twenties , his face had toughened and his body , once so gangly , had knitted itself together . he had finally finished his crimmnal - justice program and , only a month earlier , recieved his licence to work as a private investigator in california .
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