Diana studied me, as she took a sip of her wine.

“I don’t know,” she finally said. “If Parker killed Hannah, and we helped cover that up, that would make us all accomplices. I could go to jail.”

I shrugged helplessly. “I’m not a lawyer. I don’t know what would happen if you came forward.”

“Not just me,” Diana reminded me. “James would be in trouble, too.”

“He might. But he wouldn’t be charged with murder. He wouldn’t spend the rest of his life in prison.”

Diana was quiet for a few moments. “I’ll think about it,” she said. “But you should talk to James, too. He was the one who asked us to lie, after all. To make the pact. See if he’s ready to break it.”

Chapter Eighteen

I left Delray and drove back to Shoreham in a state of panic. But instead of going home, I headed straight to Exotic Automotive.

I walked in, pushing the door so hard that the bell rattled loudly. Isla, the pretty blonde behind the reception desk, looked up, startled.

“I need to see Parker,” I told her.

“He’s with a client right now.”

“I don’t care.” I strode past her, toward Parker’s office.

“Hey!” Isla cried out. “You can’t just go back there!”

I ignored her and opened the door without knocking. Parker was sitting behind his modern steel-and-glass desk and was in mid-conversation with a middle-aged man who had thinning grey hair and a walrus-like mustache.

“I think you’ll be happy with that Porsche. It will be a good addition to your—” Parker stopped, and looked up at me. “Maggie?”

“I need to talk to you,” I said.

Parker looked from me to his customer. “I’m sort of in the middle of something, Mags. Can it wait?”

“No. It can’t. It’s important.”

“Roger, I’m so sorry for the interruption,” Parker said to the mustachioed man. “Could you give me a minute? Isla will get you an espresso.”

Roger nodded, and heaved his considerable bulk up off the white modern sofa, far too slowly. “Sure, I’ll grab a coffee and then we can hammer out the details.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Parker said.

Roger finally left, closing the door behind him.

“Is James okay?” Parker asked as soon as we were alone.

“He’s fine. He went back to work today for the first time since his arrest.”

“Okay, good. Then . . . no offense, but why are you here? You know I’m always happy to see you, but that gentleman is about to buy a $120,000 Porsche. This isn’t exactly the best time for a chat.”

“Diana told me that you all lied to the police twenty-five years ago.”

Parker’s face went pale, and he collapsed back in his chair. “Shit.”

“She told me that on the night Hannah disappeared, you followed her to the beach and got into an argument with her.”