“I know exactly what you meant. You want me to stop seeing Roy. I won’t do it. I love him.”

“You love him? After a few weeks?”

After one week, but I wasn’t going to broadcast the fact.

“I take it that’s all the information you have for me? To tell me once more not to tell anyone where I got the information? To cover your own ass?”

He cleared his throat. “Don’t make a scene, Charlie.”

“I won’t. After all, I’d have to be here to make a scene.” I walked out, a saccharine smile on my face, and hailed a cab.

I’d had more than enough of Blaine Foster for the rest of my life.

To think, I’d slept with that man! Yeah, he was good-looking, but of course he was old enough to be my father.

Eeewww!

My stomach churned. What had I been thinking?

I got into the cab, and my phone was buzzing once more. This time it was Lacey.

“Hello?” I said breathlessly.

“Charlie, it’s me,” she said. “Can you come to the office? I remember the woman’s name.”

“Okay,” Rock announced. “Lace has some news, and we think it’s good. Go ahead.”

“I was planting marigolds in a planter today, and I thought about the marigolds and zinnias my mother used to plant every year, and it dawned on me. The woman’s name. It was Zinnia!”

“That is unusual,” Reid said.

“Exactly. I can’t recall the last name, though, but now, it’s like I can see the print on the document. Her first name is Zinnia.”

“And you have no idea what the document is about?” Reid said.

“No. Like I told you, I only saw the signature page.

“Maybe the therapist can help you see the rest of the name,” I said. “It’s amazing—”

Roy darted me a look.

I cleared my throat. “What they can accomplish with hypnosis. I’ve been reading up.”

I hadn’t been about to tell them Roy had seen Dr. Woolcott, but clearly that was his fear.

“Did you happen to remember the last name of the other party?” Roy asked. “The guy named James?”

Lacey shook her head. “It’s weird. I just started thinking about zinnias, and I remembered. I can’t imagine there will be a time when I’m thinking about anyone’s last name.

“So Dad and this James guy entered into some kind of agreement with a woman named Zinnia.” Rock spoke more to himself than any of us. “I’ll get the PIs on a Zinnia.”

“If Dad paid her off with enough—and I’m sure he probably did—we might never find her. She could be anywhere, maybe even changed her name.” Reid shuffled papers.