“Of course, he did seem to be in a bit of a hurry when it was over. But still…”

I felt like an idiot. Tom and I were finally in the same place at the same time, and he hadn’t introduced himself? He knew who I was, what I looked like. He could’ve—should’ve—spoken to me, even if he was pressed for time.

“I’m surprised you didn’t see him. He came by helicopter with Congresswoman Brown. They were so late they missed the service at the funeral home. But they made it to the cemetery in time for the ceremony there.”

“There was a helicopter at the cemetery?” Carlos asked.

“No, dear,” Marion said. “The helicopter landed at the Pike Ridge Airport. I had a car meet them there and drive them to the cemetery.”

I racked my brain, trying to remember the faces of the people that sat near the family. It was useless. I had been so thrown by the song the woman sang—not to mention my experience of being thrown into the empty grave—that I couldn’t remember what the casket itself looked like. I felt my face flush red as I realized Tom must’ve seen me crying. He must think I was nuts, sobbing at the funeral of a man I hardly knew.

Congresswoman Brown? I knew who she was. I had heard a speech of hers once at a Philanthropy Now convention. She was an eloquent and intelligent woman, a divorced mother of two with a pretty face and short auburn hair. Formerly a nonprofit attorney, she was now actively involved in the legislation and regulation of nonprofits. I wondered if she was also actively involved with Tom.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur with the four of us making uncomfortable small talk. Derek and Sidra never did return to the table, which I took as a hopeful sign. Obviously, he was telling her about Judith, perhaps even paving the way for them to work on their marriage. After dessert, I got out of there as quickly as I could; I wanted to be alone to think. My head was spinning, my stomach burning.

Tom had been at the funeral.

“Hey, Callie,” Carlos called to me as I headed up the stairs. I came back down quickly.

“What?” I whispered, glancing around. Marion and Judith had gone on into the den after dinner, but I still didn’t want to run the risk of being overheard.

“What’s next?” Carlos whispered. “Are you on the case? Are we gonna spy on anybody tonight?”

My stomach lurched. Carlos and I needed to have a little talk. I took his arm and led him to the nearest door, which was Wendell’s study. Swinging the door open, I realized the light was on and Angelina was inside.