"I did. Renee Wells is a new name. I'll check into that."

"Good. I also got a card. It was left on the porch with other items from my mother's friends and neighbors. It's threatening. It shows a cemetery and says, 'this is where it ends, you know why.' No signature."

"All right. Can you take a photo and send it to me? Then put the card in a plastic bag, and I'll get it from you tomorrow. In the meantime, I have a video I want to send you. Let me know if you recognize the person in the shot."

"Okay," I said warily.

"I'm texting it now."

I set the phone on the table as I waited for his text. A moment later, a video appeared, and I pushed play. Kade got up to take a look over my shoulder.

The video was only eight seconds long, but the shot showed someone getting into a car across the street from my mother's house. They were wearing a hoodie, but when they turned their head, their face was captured by the streetlight. I gasped. "Oh, my God," I said. "When was this taken?"

"Wednesday night. Do you recognize this woman?"

"Yes," I said, my stomach turning over. "It's my stepmother, Vicky Landry. But she would have been in LA on Wednesday night."

"She wasn't."

"I talked to her on Thursday. She said nothing about my mother. She was just upset because she couldn't get my father to call her back. She was worried about him." My mind raced in a dozen different directions. "She thought he might be having an affair."

"With your mother?"

"No," I said. Then I realized I had no idea. "I mean, she didn't say anything about my mother."

"Not even after you told her your mother was alive?"

"I didn't give her that information. I didn't want to tell her before I spoke to my father." I swallowed hard. "Have you talked to either of them?"

"Your father hasn't gotten back to me. We're trying to trace his whereabouts. I'll give your stepmother a call now."

"Do you want me to talk to her first? Maybe she would tell me something before she'd tell you. I think she'll clam up and call her lawyer before she'll answer any of your questions."

"All right. See what you can find out. Then call me back."

"Also, I hired a private investigator."

"He's already been in touch with me. But believe me, Ms. Landry, we're doing everything we can to find the person who shot your mother."

"I understand. I'll call Vicky and then I'll call you back." As he clicked off the line, I played the video one more time. "I can't believe this," I murmured.

"That's your stepmother, huh?"

"Yes."

"How long has she been married to your father?"