Twenty-four hours later Nancy found herself once again on the swing outside. "This is so stupid," she said. "I've faced over a dozen crooks, and now I'm falling to pieces."

And it was true. Ever since the hug she had felt strange around him. Awkward, really. She had found herself blushing and looking away whenever she was around him. That really wouldn't do for a detective like her. But even if she was a detective, she was also just a girl. The ringing of her phone pulled her from her thoughts. Taking it out she groaned.

Ned Nickerson. Oh great.