“Probably. Except I haven’t used these in ages. The set of four was a gift from my godmother years ago. They’re lovely, but handkerchiefs are kind of old-fashioned.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that someone took this from my place.”

“You don’t think Moira—”

“No, but someone did, and it ended up here.” She wrinkled her forehead. “Someone wanted me to think Moira took it. I need to talk to Rock.”

“But I—”

“I’ll see you get back to Reid’s, Zee. Don’t worry. But we need to make a detour to my husband’s office.”

I sat, quiet, in Rock’s office, the door closed and locked, as Lacey told him about the hanky.

“Where do you keep them?” Rock asked.

“In the bottom of my top dresser drawer,” Lacey said. “I haven’t packed that drawer yet. I don’t keep anything in there that I need, so I figured, until the penthouse was ready—”

“I don’t like this. Not one fucking bit.” Rock glanced at me. “Sorry, Zee.”

“About what?”

“The profanity.”

I burst into a sarcastic laugh. “Please. I’ve heard more of that than anyone in the showgirl business. It doesn’t bother me.”

“All right. Good, I guess.” He turned back to Lacey. “Have you noticed anything else missing? Lately? Or before now?”

“No, not really.”

“What about that business card in the rose garden?”

I had no idea what they were talking about, but I listened closely anyway.

“I threw out all my old business cards.”

“How many did you have?”

“Well, honestly, quite a few. I’d just ordered a new batch right before…” Her face went white.

“Right before what, Lace?”

“Right before Derek’s murder.”

“Fuck.” Rock swept his fingers through his hair. “We need to go to your apartment. Now.”

“Excuse me…” I began.

“Right,” Lacey said. “I have to get Zee to Reid’s.”

“We’ll take her with us. She’s trustworthy. Right, Zee?”

“Of course. The only reason I’m here is to help all of you. But I—”

“Surely we have time to take her to Reid’s,” Lacey said.

“We don’t, Lace. We need to get to your apartment and take inventory. I don’t want to waste one second.”

“Can I please finish my sentence!” I hadn’t meant to yell, but I was frustrated. Scared, and freaked, and frustrated.

“I’m sorry,” Lacey said. “I’m anxious about all this. What do you need?”

“I don’t need anything.” I drew in a breath. “Moira has some of your old business cards too.”

“What?” Lacey’s eyebrows nearly flew off her forehead.

I nodded. “In her top desk drawer. I didn’t mean to look. I just… She left, and I was waiting for you, and…”

“It’s okay, Zee. Thank you for telling us. I’ll take care of that right now.” Rock raced out of his office.