I don’t wait for either to reply. I don’t even give my brother time to look at the photograph. I dial Andrew and not only does he answer on the first ring, he gets right to the point. “Lucas isn’t at home or he’s not answering his door. I walked around back and looked inside and the lights are out. And the airport won’t release information. I’ve got a call into the big boss. I know him. He’ll help. Call me when you get a break or I’ll call you when I know something. And Lilah, this is Kane. He’s fine. He’ll call soon.”

“Right,” I say, and I’m now thinking of Kane’s warning to Lucas about getting involved in his uncle’s business being a good way to have a short life. Not long ago, when Kane’s uncle disappeared for a few days, Kane was pulled into the cartel, he had to prevent some sort of war between rivals. What if during that period, Kane burned someone and they wanted revenge?

“Lilah.”

At Andrew’s prodding, I snap back to the present. “Yes,” I say, and I move the conversation forward. “You heard about the new victim?”

“Houston called me,” he confirms. “Was she wearing a wedding dress?”

“No.”

“Did the killer leave you a jar of pig’s blood?”

“No pig’s blood this time.”

“Interesting,” he says, “And before I comment further, there are no reports of missing or dead pigs in our area, or for a sixty-mile radius.”

“What?” I say in mock disbelief. “The elites of the Hamptons have no pig blood donation center?”

“That was a bad joke,” he says. “Worse than most of your jokes.”

“Probably.”

“Absolutely.” He changes the subject. “We tested your food from last night. It’s all clear.”

“Somehow I knew that. I don’t think that woman was there to hurt us. Just distract me.”

“Okay, so let’s talk about that. Someone, the killer, we assume, wants to distract you and us. Why leave the blood and dress the first time, but not the second?”

“If my attention was the goal, the killer has that already,” I say, though it’s a decidedly lame answer. And I don’t have a better answer, not one I’m satisfied with, which I normally would by now. “Did you see the photo of the murder weapon?”

“I just saw it,” he says. “Craziest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like black ops military weapons from a movie.”

“A good reason to see if anyone in Emma’s life, past or present, has a background in the military.” I think of the investment game Banking the Billionaire. “Or investments in a military project of some sort,” I add. “I’ll have our tech team work on it, too. Though we both know that’s the most obvious thing to do. The killer expects that.”