“Quickly and as incompletely as you are right now. I’m a tech guy not a mind reader.”

“Find out who is behind the game,” I continue. “Then take those phone numbers and plug them into Banking the Billionaire. That’s how you register there. See if you can get any hits. In fact, do that with Officer North as well.”

“Lilah, I still need—”

“I need. Tell me about Danica Day.”

“She looks legit,” he says.

“Define legit. How deep did you dig?” I challenge.

“I don’t have her personnel file if that’s what you mean. I can’t get that, Lilah, but there are no connections to Pocher.”

“What about North?”

“I didn’t look.”

“Look,” I say.

“Are you going to tell me the details of the case, Lilah?”

“I’ll have my brother send you the file,” I say, as we pull into the airport. “I have a chopper to catch.”

“Give me something. I need to know the basics to do my job.”

“Fine. Emma Wells was found in the Hamptons in a wedding dress. She was supposed to get married on New Year’s Eve. The dress she was wearing was not her dress.”

“How did she die?”

“She swallowed something that made her bleed from the inside out. Ibuprofen was in her system, so I’m thinking of a gel capsule, though I’m not sure we’ll be able to confirm that. It will have dissolved.”

“Holy wow. That’s kind of terrifying. Could it be food?”

Jay pulls the Escalade into a parking spot. “I don’t know. It would be kind of crunchy, I’d think, but Lord knows I’ve been hungry enough to inhale.” I grab my bag and unhook my seatbelt. “A couple of last things you probably need to know and then I have to go. The killer left a jar of pig’s blood with my name on it. I think this could be someone who idolizes the Umbrella Man and wants to call me. Oh, and I’m engaged to Kane.”

“Wait. What? You’re engaged? The woman was in a wedding dress and there was a jar of blood with your name on it? And Kane Mendez? You’re engaged to—”

“Gotta run,” I say, hanging up and motioning to Jay. “Let’s move. I need to get to the city an hour ago.”