I opened the door, happy to see the locks were still intact. I grabbed the bag of cookies and brought it inside while Kade put the pizza in the kitchen and then went back to bring in the rest of the items on the porch.

The cookies looked so deliciously chocolate, I undid the ribbon and grabbed one to eat as I opened the note inside the bag. Hope you feel better soon. Love, Candice, Mitch, and the girls.

I set the paper aside, then opened the book that Brenda had given me. There was a note written on the first page: Thinking of you, Laura. Can't wait to argue about this love triangle at our next meeting. Brenda.

As Kade set the rest of the items on the counter, he said, "Did she write something interesting in the book?"

"No. Just good wishes and see you soon."

"There are some other notes with these goodies," he said.

"I'll read them after pizza."

"You mean after your cookie appetizer?" he asked with a hint of a smile.

"Yes. The chocolate cookies are heaven. They were apparently made by someone named Candice."

"Candice lives two doors down with her husband and two kids."

I tilted my head as I gave him a thoughtful look. "You recognized Brenda, and you know who Candice is. Who else haven't you told me about?"

"Candice and Brenda came here for a book club meeting one night. I met them in passing. I don't know anything else about them." He frowned. "I'm not holding back on you, Brynn."

I really wanted to believe that was true. "Okay. I'll text Inspector Greenman and tell him about Renee Wells."

I picked up my phone and sent the text while Kade took plates and the pizza box to the table. I joined him there a moment later, feeling marginally more hopeful that we were finally making some progress. Jeremy Warren was going to investigate for us, and I'd sent a new name to Inspector Greenman. I thought about telling the inspector about the connection between Kade's mother and my mother, but I decided to wait until Jeremy had a chance to look into it. I grabbed a slice of pizza and bit into it with delight, the sauce slipping down my chin.

Kade handed me a napkin. "You look happier."

"It felt good to take some action. I hope it pays off." I took a couple more bites of pizza, then added, "Jeremy didn't look like a private investigator, though."

"No?" Kade questioned.

"I thought he'd be more rugged. Someone who looked like he'd been in a few fights, maybe had some scars, some tattoos. Speaking of tattoos," I said, as my gaze ran down his arms. "What do you have going on there?"