Still burned by Cahill, she found an opened bottle of wine in the fridge, poured herself a glass of merlot, and slid up to the table that doubled as her desk. As the space started to warm, she took a couple of long swallows, then fired up her laptop.

Time to find out more about James Cahill. She planned to go into the office in the morning armed with a ton of information and insist the editor hand her the Megan Travers story. It was hers, dammit, and Seamus O’Day, that decrepit old ex-jock, wasn’t doing jack shit. It was time someone, namely Charity, took the bull by the horns and exposed Cahill for the fraud that he was.

She felt certain he knew more than what he was saying.

Amnesia?

Ha.

What were the chances?

“Slim to none,” she said aloud and started with Google.

She found information on the old scandals involving the Cahill family and felt a warm glow surround her. From the whiskey and wine? Maybe. But probably because she knew she was about to blow the roof off the frickin’ James Cahill/Megan Travers story.

“Take that,” she said aloud as she skimmed article after article on Marla Cahill and her daughter Cissy and, drum roll, sweet little James.

Not so friggin’ innocent.

Sipping from her glass, she read and printed out the stories that caught her eye. The Cahill family was from old San Francisco money and had been wealthy for generations. They’d established Cahill House for pregnant girls who had nowhere to turn. They’d suffered through scandals involving sex, money, lies, and buried secrets that just wouldn’t stay hidden. Through it all, the damned family had flourished, even though the matriarch, Eugenia, was now dead, yet another victim of murder.

Homicide and mental disorders ran through the Cahill family history, and now, she wondered, was this current crisis being covered up again, by James, the youngest heir and golden boy? Could he have somehow killed his girlfriend and hidden her body, then stooped so low as to injure himself to cover up his crime?

That seemed unlikely, and there was the rumor that Megan had been on her way to see her sister after their fight. So, if Megan was alive when she left James, was it possible that he had had an accomplice who’d helped him, or had he caught up with her himself and killed her?

She leaned back in her chair and thought it all out.

Somehow, someway she was going to find out all of James Cahill’s secrets.

And she was going to dig up all the dirt on his family.