Grace stopped on the threshold of the living room to survey the walls. “Nice job. Love that shade of gray.” She continued toward the kitchen. “I brought dinner. Tell me you haven’t eaten yet.”

“I haven’t eaten yet.” Eve followed on her heels. “Grace.”

Her younger sister deposited the food on the island and began to unpack the bag. “What?”

“For the third time—what are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. You never drive to St. Louis in the middle of the week. What’s going on?”

Rolling her eyes, the youngest Reilly tucked her wavy, ginger-colored hair behind her ear and stuck her hands on her hips.

Classic Grace.

At five-four, she was the shortest of the sisters—but her poise and authoritative bearing more than compensated for her lack of height.

“I listened to your program this morning.”

Oh.

She hadn’t considered that or she’d have called Grace hours ago.

Eve folded her arms. Putting her sister on the defensive could buy her a few seconds to regroup. “That’s out of pattern for you, isn’t it?”

“I make no apologies for not being a morning person. I gladly concede that title to you and Cate. But as it happens, I had an early call about a suspicious death, which meant I was on the road at seven. I tuned in, assuming your program would wake me up. Boy, did it.” She scowled. “So when were you going to tell me about this latest attack?”

“After I finished processing it—and attack may be too harsh a word.”

“No, it’s not. Somebody is gunning for you.”

Eve flinched. “Also a harsh word.”

“But true. First a bomb, now a personal strike. Have you told Dad?”

“Heavens, no. Why would I bother him about this? He’s thousands of miles away. It’s not as if he could do anything except worry.”

“I suppose that’s true—but you have alerted the police, right?”

“As a matter of fact, the detective handling the case happened to be on hand when the call came in.”

Grace’s eyebrows peaked. “He came to the station before eight in the morning?”

“Yeah. He dropped by to bring me up to speed on the case.”

“At that hour?” Her sister squinted as she repeated her comment.

“I get off work at eight. He didn’t want to miss me.”

“He must have had big news if he made the effort to talk with you in person.”

“Not really. He was in the area for a meeting and decided to swing by.”

“Yeah?” Grace scrutinized her. “Most cops I know don’t revisit crime victims unless there’s a substantive motivation.” She tipped her head. “How old is this guy?”

Eve frowned at the non sequitur. “I don’t know. Thirtysomething?”

“Good looking?”