Erin nodded. “You can’t get out of the driveway. I’m parked across it.”

Rafe ground his teeth. “Can you move your Rover? Please?”

“Sure. Once I’m satisfied with an explanation that contains the actual truth.”

Sasha returned to the foyer, holding her fist out to bump. “Go, girl.”

Erin bumped it, her lips curving. “Well, Rafe?”

“She’s really good,” Mercy said, sinking to sit on the stairs. “She’s got me feeling like I’m five years old and about to be sent to the corner. You might as well tell her. I’d like to get on the road.”

“To where?” Erin asked.

“Likely,” Rafe bit out.

Sasha frowned. “Likely . . . what?”

Mercy snorted. “So we can avoid the ‘Who’s on First?’ routine, we’re going to Likely, California. It’s up near the Oregon-Nevada border.”

“Why?” Erin pressed, drawing out the single syllable to at least three.

Mercy tapped at her phone, then held it out to show Erin and Sasha. “This quilt. It was bought at a store north of Likely, back in October.”

Erin took her phone and studied the photo of the quilt, then enlarged the image. And gasped softly. “It’s the angel with the flaming sword.”

Sasha hung over Erin’s shoulder so that she could see. “Where?”

“Down at the bottom.” Erin pointed. “Right here in the corner.”

“Oh my God. It’s like the angel on the locket. And Gideon’s old tattoo.” Sasha looked from Rafe to Mercy. “Was this quilt made in Eden?”

Mercy nodded. “By Eileen’s mother. She taught me how to quilt when I was barely old enough to hold a needle. I’d know her signature anywhere.”

Erin scowled at Rafe. “You weren’t going to tell anyone?”

“I was going to tell you,” Rafe said, “but you got in my face and that’s not okay.”

“So you’re going alone,” Erin muttered. “With a fucking crazy man looking to drag you back to Eden by your hair, Mercy?”

“Hey, I was going to be with her,” Rafe protested. Yes, he’d planned to ask Gideon to go with them as backup, but Erin had crossed the line from overbearing to insulting. “I may limp, but I can still—”

“Fucking hell, Rafe,” Erin snarled, then snapped her mouth closed when Mercy shushed her.

“Farrah’s upstairs, trying to sleep. Let’s use our inside voices.”

Erin drew a breath and exhaled slowly. “Okay, this is how this will go. You can have your little drive to Likely, California. You can look like someone else, Mercy. You can shop for Eden trinkets to your heart’s content. But I will be going with you.” She held up her hand when Rafe opened his mouth to argue. “It has nothing to do with your ability, Rafe. It has everything to do with being smart and not becoming a goddamn statistic. I’ll follow you up in my Rover. Sasha, you want in?”

Sasha shrugged. “Sure. I have a few personal days left. I’ll take one. Just give me a few minutes to clean up and call in to work.” She started up the stairs, patting Mercy’s shoulder in thanks when she moved over to let Sasha by. “You still need the bathroom, Rhee?”