Mia said, “I agree with her, so shut up. I’ve told Tommy about our interview with Kent Harper and Sherlock keeping an eye on him tonight.” Mia shrugged. “Now we wait.”

Tommy carried two big pizza boxes into the living room. “No, don’t move, Mia. Only girls need napkins and paper plates for pizza. It’s like pouring beer into a glass. Dive in, ladies.”

Tommy watched Juliet pick up a slice of pepperoni pizza, take a bite, sigh. “Better than the concierge offered me.”

Tommy waited until she swallowed, then asked her, “Do you think Kent Harper will go running to Harrington like Sherlock believes? And what do you think Alex Harrington will say? Do?”

Juliet said thoughtfully, “If you’d asked me that question two years ago, my stomach would have gone queasy. I’m sure Mia told you what they did to me. I’ll be frank. I nearly fell apart, but at least I had the sense to go on sabbatical, to try to get my life back together. And I did. I took back control. I learned self-defense, and after two years, I’m pretty proficient at tae kwon do. And today? Seeing Kent? I was scared going in, but it turned out to be a revelation. Kent was—just a man.” She took a ferocious bite of pizza. “I scared him. Mia and I scared him. You wonder what Alex will do. He won’t scare, he’ll examine everything in detail, and he’ll make his plans. He’s as cold as ice.”

She patted her stomach. “Look at me—not queasy. Another slice of pepperoni, I think,” and she grabbed another slice, bit in, and a string of cheese clung to her chin.

Tommy stared at her. He knew what she’d been through, could imagine the helplessness and impotence she’d felt. He reached over and flicked the cheese off her chin, said easily, “Mia tells me you play the piano for a living.”

“I try.”

Mia leaned over, punched her lightly on the arm. “She’s having you on, Tommy. This woman has performed at Carnegie Hall.”

“Yeah, I knew that,” he said, grinned at her. “Looked you up on my way here.”

Juliet shook her head at him. “Do you have the warrant for Alex’s cell phone records yet?”

“The warrant will come in sometime soon. I know you’re scared, Juliet, I don’t blame you. What you did today—it was a huge step, you faced down Kent Harper. The FBI has impounded the Jag. Like Sherlock said, if there’s a single hair—” Tommy swallowed, then forced her name out as he went on. “If there’s a single strand of Serena’s hair, the CSI team will find it.” He sat perfectly still, frozen, the pain of her loss clear on his face.