Lee cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his brow.
"Listen, Janna," he said, leaning over the desk and talking in a low voice. "Please, just forget you saw anything. I can't believe you were brought by that way, but you don't need to get involved in this."
Janna leaned back in her chair and folded her arms as she studied her cousin. She was almost tempted to give in and tell Lee what he wanted to know, just to wipe the look of fear off his face, but she knew she would never be able to rest until she reached the bottom of this mystery. With a hint of regret, she slowly shook her head "no."
Lee bowed his head and then, as if coming to a silent agreement with himself, looked back at her and said, "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. The last case you got involved in nearly killed you and I think this is going to be even worse."
He stood up and started walking toward the front of the tent. Janna grabbed Mark's hand as she began to follow him.
"C'mon," she said, as Mark nearly fell out of his chair. "He won't wait for us. That's a favorite trick of his... telling me I can go with him then moving so fast I can't keep up. It might have worked when I was six, but I'm not going to let it work now."
"What's going on? It sounded, back there, like you and he have quite a history."
"His mom and mine are sisters and they used to spend summers with us on the coast. He was always a pain in the butt, and hasn't improved with age. But, right now he's the best chance we have at finding out what Nan..."
With a sinking feeling, Janna realized that she had almost let her suspicions slip. Darn Lee, anyway, for throwing her so off-balance.
"Who is Nan?" Mark asked, confusion evident in his voice.
"I'll explain it later," Janna said, sprinting to keep Lee in sight. "We don't have time right now. He's almost to that car."