Chapters (46)
- Books by Hilary Davidson
- Author’s Note
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- EPILOGUE
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Read an Excerpt From the Second Book in the Lily Moore Series, The Next One to Fall
We went back and forth like that for a minute. I’d just convinced her to page Kaylee, when a tall, willowy Asian woman in a severe black suit swept by. “Oh, there she is,” the receptionist said, relief in her voice. “Mrs. Quan!”
The woman glanced in her direction and chose to ignore her. Her cell phone was up to her ear, but she wasn’t speaking into it.
“Thanks so much,” I said. My boots clattered on tile as I ran after the woman. “Kaylee!” I called once we were outside.
She turned to stare at me. “Do I know you?” Her irritation was palpable.
“I’m Lily.” I put my hand forward. “It’s nice to finally meet you. You were a friend of my sister’s.”
“Your sister’s?”
“Claudia Moore.”
Kaylee took two steps back. “Stay away from me or I’ll have you arrested. Leave me alone. I mean it.” She turned and stormed away. I stared after her, wondering what my next move could possibly be.
CHAPTER 26
Jesse made his best attempt at cheering me up that night. He pulled together a group of our old friends and dragged me to dinner with them at Rosa Mexicano, a raucous restaurant west of Union Square. It was the sort of place you had to shout to be heard, but no one seemed to mind. I downed three pomegranate margaritas and tried to forget what I knew. It didn’t help that Sinotique was two blocks away, a reminder of my abject failure to find out anything about my sister’s whereabouts.
After we hugged our friends goodbye, Jesse and I were left alone for the first time all evening. “You want to stroll on back to the ole homestead? It’s cold out but I need to walk off some tortilla chips.”
“Sure.”
“What’s up? I couldn’t ask much at supper, Lil, but you owe me. What happened today?” He knew all about Mal Sabado stealing valuables from Claudia’s—I’d told people about that at dinner—but nothing about where I’d spent my afternoon. I wasn’t ready to tell him about Martin and face his furious reaction. Instead, I told him about my visit with Sarah.
“She’s bang on about there bein’ a connection between your sister and that impostor. That woman knew all about your folks, right? So your sis had to have spilled her guts to her.”