Maggie chewed the inside of her cheek, examining the purple spots on her wrists again, wondering if Mom would notice them. She then caught her father gazing at her from across the aisle. He did that a lot. She’d catch him stealing looks at her. He smiled, then put his head back, closed his eyes. Mom rested her head on his shoulder.

That was it, she decided. Maggie would wait to tell Mom about what had happened at the party until they got home. She could suck it up. She had one more decision to make: when to tell her father about the email she’d received right before they boarded the flight. From the cell phone aggregation service—the company Toby had hooked her up with. She thought she’d thrown away two hundred bucks, but the report arrived as promised, a one-page map showing blue pins at two locations in Tulum.

The first was the Moloko Bar, where Charlotte—or someone pretending to be Charlotte—had made the call. It verified the caller ID. But more interesting was the second blue dot. It pinged for only one day at an address a few blocks away from the bar. Maybe that was where the caller lived or was staying. If Maggie showed the report to her dad—who at that moment was ordering another beer and beaming—he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else. Whatever fun they were going to squeeze in before going to the Moloko Bar would vanish. She was going tell him, just not right away. Maybe if she waited, the trip would be about them.

She looked across the cabin at her father again. Yeah, who was she kidding?

CHAPTER 45

MATT PINE

“Is he always like this?” Matt looked over at his grandfather, who sat catatonic in his old armchair in the nursing home suite. Matt and his aunt were at the small bistro-style dining table. The room was larger than the one his grandfather had occupied when Matt was a boy. And it was cozy, decorated with framed family photos, houseplants, and furniture Matt remembered from his grandfather’s house. Whatever you could say about his gruff aunt, she’d taken good care of her dad.

“He’s gotten much worse this year,” Cindy said. “But when your mom visited, he came alive. She always had that effect on him.”

“Does he know?”

Cindy shook her head. She didn’t say so, but Matt could tell she thought there was no point in telling his grandfather about the tragedy. Matt didn’t push it. But didn’t his grandfather have a right to know that his daughter was dead? That his son-in-law had perished? That two of his grandchildren were gone?

There was a tap on the door and a nurse came into the room. She had a smile on her face—until she noticed Cindy.