Diesel highlighted a few lines in his spreadsheet. “‘Laurels Lilies, Rosemary & Poppies,’ ‘Seahaven 42N x 82W,’ and ‘Brothers Grim Consulting.’ No, wait. That’s Seaheaven 42N x 82W, not Seahaven.”

Dani sighed. “She died. LJM died.”

Again, he agreed but wanted to hear her thoughts. “How? Why?”

“If you mean how and why did she die, I don’t know. If you mean why do I think she died, then ‘heaven’ and ‘lilies’ were enough for me. Poppies are for remembrance, and in some cultures represent death or eternal sleep.” She took out her phone and did a Google search. “Rosemary is also for remembrance. And, y’know, there’s Raguel, the vengeance dude.”

He smiled at her. “The vengeance dude clinched it.”

She smiled back, then sobered. “What is ‘42N x 82W’?”

“Coordinates.” Diesel looked it up on the map. “In Lake Erie, a few miles offshore.”

She looked over his shoulder. “Near Cleveland. That’s her heaven, in the lake. I bet they dumped her ashes there. And ‘Brothers Grim Consulting’? Could this be her family, looking for revenge?”

He returned to the window with the list of companies. “It’s certainly possible. Like I said, we can run with the theory for a while.”

She frowned at his screen. “It’s . . . all here, for anyone to figure out.”

“Anyone who can untangle the business entities and who knows about white coat ceremonies and Scioto Hall,” Diesel countered.

“True. But why would they do this? I could make a few phone calls tomorrow and get her name. Why would the vengeance dude be so careless?”

“Maybe he isn’t being careless. Maybe he—or they—wanted someone to know. Maybe they wanted someone to be afraid—if whoever they’re aiming for took the time to figure it out. I’m betting the ‘Brothers Grim’ didn’t believe anyone would. They’re operating under the radar. Way under.”

“It still doesn’t make sense. Why go to all the trouble of tangling the companies if they wanted someone to figure it out? Why name them the way they did in the first place? Why give away the clues?”

“Good questions. I don’t know. It’s still possible that LJM isn’t a person at all.”

She speared him with an intense look. “Do you believe that?”

“No,” he admitted. “I think LJM is a person and someone’s out to avenge her. But it’s not simple. None of this is simple.”

Dani rubbed at her temples. “I still don’t see how this connects to Brewer. Except that he was murdered shortly after LJM bought his house. That could be a coincidence.”

He tilted his head. “Do you believe that?”

The slight eye-roll was the only indication that she’d recognized that he’d once again used her exact words. “Deacon always says that there are no coincidences.”