Hey all. I hope everyone is keeping safe and well. Thanks for all the reviews, as always. Some great, constructive feedback and so encouraging! For the new guest who posted blow by blow reviews as they started from the beginning, welcome to the team. I'm so glad you're here :)

And without further ado, we're back to the mystery!

Nancy:

Nancy was sitting with Frank and Joe enjoying the leisurely morning when her phone rang. It was her new boss Singh, so she quickly climbed out bed and threw on her robe, knotting it over her pajamas. She shot Frank and Joe an apologetic look. "Sorry," she mouthed angling her body out the door.

"The art fair launches tonight at seven," Singh said without any attempt at conversation. "So, don't worry about coming into HQ this morning. But we want you to attend the opening event as extra security, okay? The account making threats never got a response, which means that officially the FBI doesn't think there is cause for concern. However, it's plain that someone wants to target the event and we can't say with any certainty that they won't show up and try something. So, are you okay to arrive at seven and attend as security?"

"Of course. I'll attend."

"Good. Wait for instructions."

As was usual for Singh, she hung up without a goodbye, and Nancy started to walk back to the bedroom. But she stopped, almost running into Frank who was also on his way out. He too had phoned his phone in hand.

"You two are both such career dudes," Joe joked started to pack up the breakfast things. "You're both made for each other because you'll always be too busy for romance."

"My call was my boss saying I could sleep in," Nancy teased. Then, she filled Joe in on the art fair. Her tone was light, but Nancy was nervous. The sun was shining, and she'd had such a nice morning. It was hard to imagine anything could go wrong, but her coffee had started congealing in her stomach. Knots were forming in her gut.

She glanced up at Frank who had also come back. His grin set her at ease almost immediately. No other person had that effect on her. He seemed to detect her mood because his eyes softened.

"There has been a heap of problems with the defendants' psych evaluation and they've called in a secondary expert to examine him," Frank said walking into the room. "So, it looks like I can take the day off after all. That means we can chase down any leads before the art fair tonight. How does that sound? We'll have plenty of time to sleuth."

"Until seven," Nancy told him.

"Joe and I will come to the fair as guests. How does that sound?" He rested a hand on either side of Nancy's shoulders and gave her a firm, reassuring message, kneading the knots out of her muscles.

She almost moaned, but Joe was miming puking in the background, which ruined the mood for her. Maybe that was a good thing because she needed to focus on the problem at hand instead of his warm, strong fingers.

"On second thought, can you go back to being a secret couple, guys?" Joe joked.

"Can you go back to being sad?" Frank shot back almost instantly.

Joe's retort was an airborne pillow, which Frank only just managed to dodge.

"Time out, you two! Come on. If we've all got the day to sleuth, we may as well make a plan," Nancy said. She tried to be firm, but she was laughing too hard. It was so good to see the two guys acting like brothers. She hadn't seen them mess around this much since they were teenagers. She almost felt herself go back down memory lane, but she found herself resisting. She was happy in the present. For once, it was enough to be where she was, without thinking of happier times.

Frank wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her close against his side. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last moment catching his lips. He didn't seem to mind, kissing her deeply.

Joe caught Nancy's eye as she pulled back and the look on his face made her blush.

"I'm not going to say this again, okay, but you two are so cute."

"Yeah," Frank said. "We are, but you're starting to sound like Bess Marvin."

"I do not!"

"You do!"

The crew decided to stick together, starting with finding Vinnie Hollis. Nancy glanced over at Frank who was trawling through Hollis' social media with Joe. They were both sprawled out on the sofa while she sat on the floor looking through criminal records, trying to find known hangouts and connections.

"He has a few posts of this dive bar," Joe suggested, pointing to a Facebook feed.

"Yeah, but it only opens at six," Frank pointed out.

"How about this? Hollis was arrested with Jimmy Regio last summer. Regio is the son of a man who owns a café in Little Italy," Nancy piped up. "See if you can find the café in his socials. Because that might be the best place to start."

"Or we could just call Callie."

Joe looked at his brother like he'd grown an extra head. "Oh yeah, and tell her what? We're investigating her brother in law and could she kindly hand him over?"

Frank frowned at him, but Nancy noticed that the older Hardy didn't retort. She knew that he knew Joe was right. Callie Shaw might be a victim in all this, but she'd always been proud and headstrong. It was hard to fathom how she would react to her ex meddling in her affairs when she'd already told him to let the police investigate her case.

He ducked his head and Nancy was distracted by a stray lock that fell across his forehead. She was about to reach across and smooth it back when he yelled out, causing her to jump.

"Found it. He says he used to be a waiter at "Sorriso," and he still likes to get coffee there to support his friends and his "bro Jimmy. Here's the address." He scribbled out a side street in Little Alley. Nancy wondered that such a neat, put-together man could have such messy handwriting. It was so endearing like he had so many ideas he had to get out that they just tumbled from that sexy smart brain and onto the page.

The trio piled into Frank's SUV and made for the cluttered sidewalks of inner Manhattan. The buildings were all huddled together as if sheltering from the cold. There was a lot of brick, a multitude of similar-looking Italian eateries jammed together.

Sorriso was a tired-looking café, between a souvenir shop and a bistro. It had fake AstroTurf out the front and winking lights that were flickering, some had failed. A menu was propped against the wall listing a few traditional breakfast and lunch offerings, but many of the items had been crossed off or scrubbed out with a marker.

"Let's go in," Frank said taking Nancy's hand.

Joe ordered coffee and the three took stools at the counter. Nancy picked up a menu, but while she feigned scanned the offerings her eyes were traveling around the narrow, grubby room. She could only see a few patrons. Many were older men looking at newspapers.

"That's Jimmy," she whispered to the Hardy brothers. "I recognize his mugshot."

Sure enough, Jimmy was dressed as a waiter. He was hovering at a nearby table. He had a cleaning cloth, but it was so dirty it was only smearing grease across the tabletop.

"I can't see Vinnie," Joe said.

"Maybe we should ask about his friend," Frank added.

"Leave it to me." Joe got up and walked toward the waiter. "Hey bro," Nancy could hear him say. "Do you guys have a loo around here?" First "shagging" and now "loo." Clearly Joe had been watching too many YouTube videos on speaking like a British person. She almost rolled her eyes. But she stopped, seeing a young man in chefs whites watching them.

She pointed him out to Frank, who nodded. "Yeah, I noticed, too."

Suddenly the couple was alerted by a sudden disturbance. Joe had been talking to the waiter, trying to start a conversation about sports and tourist attractions, but he'd been nudging the conversation to Vinnie when Jimmy stiffened.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the waiter said loudly.

"What, Vinnie? I saw you both on his Instagram. I just-"

"Get out of my way!" the waiter cried out and shoved his cleaning cart at Joe, causing the younger Hardy to lose his balance. Then, before anyone could move, Jimmy had taken off, running straight for the exit.