“It seems she put software on the computers that allowed her to see every keystroke, so she had passwords, access to your accounts, everything. She and her friend were the ones behind the internet incident, and she was the one who went to the reviewer’s house dressed as you, facial recognition positively ID’d her.”

“I think she stole $50,000 from our accounts, just because she could.”

“The French aren’t pursuing charges against you, but you’re going to need to make a full statement so my boss can decide whether to press charges. No, I don’t know if he will. It all depends on what happens when we find her.”

“Filly and Ellen and Rachel were senseless with worry. They thought I did it, though. Not sure we can have them over for dinner again.”

“Yes, the man’s real name is Hank Tomkins, and we’re waiting to see what sort of deal they gave him, but he’ll do extensive jail time for the murders.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“No, we don’t know where she is.”

“Officer Graham made detective. She was just given her badge. She was the only one who believed in me.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry it happened this way, but I’m glad I caught the case.”

Ah, there was the connection. She saw it now, gleaming like a silver thread between them. Not sexual. Gratitude. Ethan had been a suspect, but Graham had held back her judgment, sensing something wasn’t right about the case. Her instincts had been handsomely rewarded, and Sutton’s husband was a free man because of it.

Then, finally, “We think we might know why she’s done it, but I’m going to let you two discuss it. Here we are.”

The house on Third Avenue appeared. The cocoon of safety in the car vanished. There were two more police cars sitting outside the house, and a man on her porch wearing a uniform.

Ivy was still out there. They weren’t going to be safe until she was in handcuffs.

Detective Graham spoke into her walkie-talkie, then said, “Okay, we’re clear. Let’s get you inside. I still wish you’d let me get you a hotel room somewhere.”

“We’ve been through this,” Ethan said. “We’re no safer there than we are here. Come on, sweetheart.”

He shielded her body and hurried her inside. Graham searched the house—overkill, surely, if there were guards—but Sutton didn’t care. She only wanted to be safe, and then, to be alone. Graham talked to the man on the front porch, then gave Ethan and Sutton a small salute. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

Sutton was surprised she was being given this much latitude but didn’t complain. When the door closed, she went to Ethan, put her arms around him. The hug was long and meaningful, the kiss sweet and soft.