"She just said my mom needs time to rest and heal. I'm afraid she won't have that time if she doesn't tell us where to find the person who is trying to kill her."

"You don't think it's her sister, do you?" Jeremy asked.

"I can't believe it would be, but I have to admit it crossed my mind."

"We don't know if the person hiring muscle on the web is a man or a woman," Kade added.

"But Rachel is my mom's twin sister. I know what that bond feels like, and I don't believe Rachel went to the hospital to hurt her sister. I think she went there to try to help her." I paused, frowning. "Maybe I'm being naïve."

"I'm going to go see what I can dig up on the NYU connection," Jeremy said. "If your mother was there on a music scholarship, I should be able to narrow it down. Hopefully, I'll know exactly who she is by the end of the night."

"That would be amazing."

"One more thing," Kade said. "I need the police file from my father's murder."

"Right. Brynn asked me for that," Jeremy said. "As soon as I get back to my computer, I'll send it to you. I have to warn you, there's not much in the way of evidence."

"I understand, but I would like to see it."

"I'll get it to you as soon as I can."

As Jeremy left, I tore off a chunk of the cinnamon pastry and popped it in my mouth. "This is good. Do you want some?"

"I'm amped up enough without adding any sugar." He paused. "You should have told me you were going to the hospital, Brynn. When I got back from the gallery, and you weren't there…" He ran a hand through his hair. "I know you don't answer to me, but damn—"

"I'm sorry you were worried. I was so shocked when the hospital called, I jumped in my car. I couldn't think about anything but talking to my mom."

"I get that. I'm glad you're all right."

"I'm fine, but I let Rachel out of my sight for a second, and I lost our best lead. I wish I'd gotten more information from her."

"Did she say where she was staying?"

"No. She did say that the police can't help, but she didn't say why. Only that I didn't know what I was dealing with, which is true."

Kade stared back at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

"It looks like you have an opinion," I said.

"Just thinking. If they can't go to the police, then they either don't trust the police or they have something to hide."

"But why would the San Francisco police be a problem? I think their trouble, as Rachel called it, started in New York."

"With the robbery," Kade said, nodding in agreement. "There's a connection."