“Warn Erik?” Sybilla looked bewildered. “Whatever are you talking about, my dear? Erik who?”

As they got up to leave Wy thanked Sybilla for lunch and Sybilla said brightly, “Don’t forget tea on Sunday.” She gave Liam an up-from-under look. “And bring your nice young man with you.”

He surprised her by stooping to kiss her cheek. “I wouldn’t miss it, Sybilla.”

She blushed and smiled.

Outside, Wy said, “Can I come with you to check out the cabin?” She wanted to see what an aerie looked like.

Liam stood with his hands on his hips, frowning at his feet. She recognized the signs and waited. It was a good five minutes before he looked up again. “Ride with me.”

“Okay.” She climbed into his pickup and was surprised when they got to Sourdough that he didn’t turn left to head out East Bay Road. Instead he continued down Alder to the post.

He pulled in and killed the engine. “Come inside with me and follow my lead.”

“Okay?”

Ms. Petroff was at her desk, looking every bit as terrifyingly poised as Liam had described. “Ms. Petroff, this is my wife, Wyanet Chouinard.”

“How do you do, Ms. Chouinard.”

Wy bit back a smile and said gravely, “Ms. Petroff.”

Liam led the way to his office. He had left the door open. Wy felt her amusement fade when she understood what that meant.

He stood in front of the map that covered half of one wall. “What did Sybilla say, Wy?” he said in a voice pitched to carry. “About five miles out East Bay Road?”

“Yes,” she said, at a matching volume. “And all the streets were named for sailboat parts or something weird like that.”

“Let’s see if we can find it on this map.” He poked his head out the door. “Ms. Petroff? Do you have a ruler I could borrow?” Wy closed her eyes and shook her head. Subtle Liam was not.

“Of course, sir.” Did Ms. Petroff’s voice sound a little higher? A drawer opened and closed, followed by footsteps.

“Thanks.” He ducked back into the office. He wasn’t smiling. Wy took the ruler and held it against the bar scale and then against the road. “That’s about five miles.”

They brought their faces close to the map. “There?”

Wy pushed his finger away. “No, there.”

Mainsail Drive was a left turn off East Bay Road and if the elevation contours were accurate, climbed nine hundred feet in a series of twists and turns to end just beneath the bluff that held up the road their own house was on, Heavenly View Drive. There were many streets in the subdivision but the scale wasn’t large enough to include their names.

Wy looked at Liam, eyebrows raised.

He stepped back from the map, still speaking in that unnaturally loud voice. “Damn it, I’ve got that interview with Garfield at three o’clock and it’s going to be a long one. I can’t get out there and back in time. I’ll have to wait until afterward.”