Lacey slumped into a chair.

“Moira seems so nice,” I said.

“She is.” Lacey shook her head, rubbing her forehead. “And she’s also not stupid. If she were trying to frame me, she wouldn’t leave a handkerchief out in plain sight.”

“And the business cards?”

“If they were in her top drawer, that’s pretty close to plain sight.”

“So Moira’s not involved.”

“No, I doubt it. But someone wants us to think she is.”

A half hour later the three of us arrived, via Rock’s limo, at Lacey’s apartment.

“Nice to see you, Lacey,” the doorman said. “We’ve missed you around here.”

Lacey nodded without responding, and we hurried into the building and up to Lacey’s door. She unlocked it quickly and raced inside.

It was a lovely place, better than anything I’d lived in, but very modest compared to Reid’s apartment.

“Have a seat,” Rock said to me.

“I’d like to help if I can,” I said.

“All right.” Lacey rummaged through a kitchen drawer and handed me a pad of paper and a pen. “Write down what I tell you.”

I nodded and followed her and Rock into the bedroom. She opened her top dresser drawer harshly, nearly landing it on the floor. She pulled out scarves and garments, throwing them to the floor. “Here they are.” She pulled out a handkerchief identical to the one from Moira’s office. “Only three. In a set of four.”

Rock riffled his fingers through his hair. “Someone was here.”

Lacey nodded. “We need to get a PI in here to dust for fingerprints.”

“We can,” Rock said, “but I’d bet whoever did this was a pro and knew better than to leave fingerprints. What else is missing? Anything?”

“I don’t know. I’m going to have to go through this place with a fine-toothed comb.”

“No time like the present. One pink hanky from a set of four. Write that down, Zee.”

I nodded and complied.

“When was the last time you used the hankies?” Rock asked his wife.

“Like I said, I really don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever used them.”

“Not at the memorial?”

“Especially not at the memorial. I wasn’t crying. Were you?”

“True enough,” Rock said. “Write down never used, Zee.”

Again, I obeyed.

Lacey continued to open drawers and throw things onto the floor.

“Easy, baby.” Rock gripped her shoulders. “If you keep making a mess like this, we’re not going to be able to figure out what’s missing.”

Lacey’s lips trembled. “You’re right. You’re right. I just feel so…”

“Violated,” I finished for her softly.

“Yes. Yes, that’s it.” She clasped one hand to her lips. “I’m so sorry, Zee. This is nothing compared to what you’ve been through.”

“You’re entitled to feel the way you feel,” I said.