“We need to know if Naomi and her husband were actually divorced. I’ve been told six months and a year ago on the split. I’ve been told pending divorce and divorced. Also, I need to when they split which might fall on me in the field. I’m trying to find a timeline that aligns in some important way.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he says. “I can get the divorce records if they exist. And?”

“And?”

“There is always an ‘and’ or an ‘I need more’ with you, Lilah.”

Jay parks the Escalade and I hesitate before I ask a question, dreading the answer. “I need you to do something for me off the record. And then I owe you.”

“Okay. I hear something bad in your voice. What is it?”

“Find out the last place Kane’s phone pinged.”

“Oh shit. What happened?”

“Just please do this.”

“Please? When you say please, it’s big. I got this. It’s going to take me a few minutes. I have to call you back.”

“I’m about to get in a chopper. Hurry.”

“I will,” he says.

I hang up, all twisted up inside, and look at Jay. He’s staring forward. I’m not sure if he’s as worried as I am or if this is something else. “If you know something tell me now.”

He looks at me, meets my stare. “I don’t. I wish like hell I did. Come on, Lilah. Lying to you while riding sidekick to you. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

I study him long and hard and decide he’s telling the truth. I get out of the vehicle and head inside. A few minutes later, I’ve received no callback from Tic Tac. I try to call him. He doesn’t reply. Damn it to hell. I just need to get to the Hamptons. My gut says to go now. And so, I do. I board the chopper and I pull out my notes and start writing down everything that comes to me. None of it makes any sense, but the minute we land, I know I’ll soon make sense of plenty. I’m not Andrew. I don’t just know a lot of the people at the airport, I’m dogmatic about what I want, while he’s diplomatic. One on one with the staff, with me and my badge in their face, I will find out if Kane boarded a chopper today.

We land and as soon as I’m off the chopper, I’m dialing Tic Tac. By the time I’m inside the airport, he answers. “You were supposed to call me before I took off.”

“I thought waiting until you landed was better.”

My heart is back to pounding a hole in my chest. “What does that mean?”

“The last ping was somewhere over the ocean between the Hamptons and New York City.”