“Affirmative on that,” I answered.

“Holy shit,” Jolie said. “I was afraid of that. Greer, she was involved.”

Muttered exclamations from Greer.

Jolie cut back to the chase. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” I said. “I’m fine.” I looked down at my bathrobe. “Jolie, I remembered. I remembered everything—about that night, I mean.”

“Tell me, damn it!”

Another sidelong glance at Tucker. I told my sister about the night my parents were murdered, sparing no details. After all, she was a forensic biologist and soon-to-be crime scene tech. She could deal.

“Lillian must have thought you did it,” Jolie said bleakly, when I’d finished the grisly tale. “That was why she snatched you and ran. And why she refused to tell you whatever she knew.”

“That’s my guess. We’ll probably never know for sure.”

“So why do I feel that this isn’t over?”

I sighed. “Geoff is still on the loose. He was Barbara’s accomplice, Jolie. He took the fall for her because she paid him to do it. I was right—he killed Lillian, and he tried to do me in, too.”

A call-waiting blip sounded on the cell phone. “Gotta go, Jolie,” I said quickly. “There’s a call coming through for superagent, and it might be important. I’ll be home in a little under two hours.” I clicked the pertinent button and answered, to give Tucker time to put down what remained of his hamburger.

“Tucker Darroch’s phone,” I said.

A chill bounced up to the satellite and back down, hitting me square in the solar plexus and radiating out from there. I knew exactly who was calling before she said a word.

“This is Allison Darroch. Is My Husband Around?”

It is not good when people capitalize an entire sentence. I winced and handed Tucker the cell, miming Allison’s name as I did.

A muscle bunched under Tucker’s right temple. “Hello,” he said. A spattering of anxious words reached my ears as, roughly, yada-yada-yada. I watched the color drain from his face as he listened. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Keep the kids where you can see them, and for God’s sake, try to stay calm. If you panic, they will, too.”

He rang off, dropped the cell phone onto the console and hit the gas so hard that my cheeks almost blew back to my earlobes.

“What is it, Tucker?” I asked, when he didn’t volunteer anything.

He didn’t look at me, and when he did answer, there was no inflection at all in his voice. “There’s no school today, so Daisy’s dance class held a dress rehearsal for their recital on Friday night. One of the other kids—Daisy’s best friend, Gillian—went missing. Nobody saw anything. Nobody heard anything. Gillian’s just—gone.”

“Maybe she only wandered off?”