Sheila slid into the corner booth across from Nathan in Cubby’s. “Where’s Dad?” She glanced around the 1960s-inspired eatery replete with neon posters of Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix plastered to the wall while The Who blared from the speakers over the bar. “Excellent question.” Nathan gestured for the server to refill his coffee while she ordered a glass of Riesling. Known for its eclectic selection of food, from vegan options to still-mooing steaks, the noise level and crowd made Cubby’s the perfect meeting place for Nemesis outside the house. The smell of hot-oil fries and local brewed beer mingled and made her stomach growl. “I wish I knew.” “Not another mystery trip?” She sank into the yellow vinyl seat. “What are we going to do about this? We need to figure out what we’re going to do about finding Levia’s painting.” “So we find it and fill Dad in later.” “Do you think he’s seeing someone?”
