“We should call the boys.” Liv addressed that statement to Julia, but Charlotte was the one whose gut twisted in response.

The boys. Liv knew how Charlotte felt about Sterling Ames. Of course she knows. And of course she wants to call the boys. Hadn’t Charlotte told her that she wanted more? She could taste the words on the tip of her tongue, even as her stomach flip-flopped at the thought of Julia’s twin brother. The golden boy of their senior class. Just this once, I want to break all the rules.

“And what are we going to tell the boys?” Julia asked dryly. “That we’re going on a drunken adventure?”

“I’m drunk,” Liv corrected. “You’re not, because you’re driving. And Charlotte’s not—yet—because I want her sober when she calls the boys.”

Boys, plural. Charlotte could manage a call to J.D. He and Liv had been together since the beginning of the summer. Sterling Ames, however, was another story.

“I’ll call my brother,” Julia volunteered suddenly. “He has a new friend. Thomas. He worked for Daddy this summer. He’s a little rough around the edges.”

Liv cackled. “Just the way you like them, Jules.”

CHAPTER 19

“Twenty-five years,” I told Campbell. “Not twenty. Whoever the Lady of the Lake is, she died five years before Ana disappeared.”

“Is this the part where you tell me I told you so?” Campbell asked.

“No,” I said. I’d wondered—and suspected—too.

“Good,” Campbell replied. “In other news, I vote we get Sadie-Grace after we visit the valet stand, because the good Lord knows the girl’s sweeter than she is discreet. Now, do you want to distract the valet, or should I?”

Campbell could go from zero to full-on Southern belle in half a heartbeat. Luckily for us, she could also go from Southern belle to seductress and back again in a heartbeat and a half. The poor valet was going to get whiplash.

But at least she had his attention.

I ducked behind the valet stand, telling myself that I was doing this for Campbell—because I owed her one, and she needed the White Gloves.

She needed something. I knew what that was like.

The valet stand had a cabinet built into the back. It was, not surprisingly, locked. I grabbed a pin from my hair and went to work.

“But what do you do,” I could hear Campbell saying, “when a car is too big to fit in a spot? Or too… powerful to handle?”

I rolled my eyes and continued jimmying the pin in the lock. The mechanism clicked, then gave, and a second later, I had the cabinet open. Inside, there was a Peg-Board, with easily a hundred numbered pegs. Valet keys hung on a good three-quarters of them. I scanned the rungs, trying to figure out what Victoria had meant when she’d said that we should check out the valet stand.