After his mother set them up in a quiet corner of the library, she headed over to the reference desk to chat with some old colleagues.

Trisha turned her back to them and focused on Nick. "I like your parents."

Nick grunted, not removing his gaze from the computer monitor. "They like you, too." Scrolling down, he checked his notebook and mumbled to himself.

Trisha wondered what they were looking for. She and Brad had already done countless internet searches. She ...