I turned to her and voiced my next words, holding my hand up to block Quentin’s view so he couldn’t read my lips. He tried to see past it, but I spoke fast. “He’s lying,” I said to her. “Whatever you do, for the love of all things holy, please don’t let your mother know you two have kissed.”

Quentin may have been able to hide that one, but there was no way Amber could have managed it. Guilt once again radiated out of her.

I gasped and turned to Quentin, appalled. “You kissed her?”

“What? No.”

Amber caught on. She stamped her foot. “Aunt Charley, you tricked me.”

I was still busy being appalled at Quentin.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets before he said another word.

“Wise decision,” I said before stalking away. Or trying to. The world toppled again and I tripped, flying headfirst into Captain Eckert. Oh, well. Better that than pitching myself off the side of a mountain. And he’d be fine once his cracked ribs healed.

12

I have a perfect body.

It’s in my trunk.

—T-SHIRT

I was still wobbly on the way down. Captain Eckert stayed close until he gave up and just wrapped one of his arms around me, holding me tight to his side as we descended. Not that the ramps were that steep. I was just that wobbly. Though the captain and I had a lot to talk about, now was not the time.

He held me all the way to the bottom of the tramway and walked me and the kids to Misery. I left him there with a warning scowl when he asked if I was okay to drive.

I dropped Quentin off at the convent to—just as I’d suspected—a horde of frantic nuns. They rushed out in one solid mass. They reminded me of penguins attacking. Our only hope was to drop into a fetal position and whimper. That stopped them in their tracks. Worked every time. Quentin didn’t follow my lead, but that was okay. I was very willing to sacrifice my dignity for the both of us.

After barely escaping with life and limb, I took a very nervous Amber home and dropped her at her door. It was on the way. Cookie was busy pretending to get ready for her date. Pretending to be oblivious of the fact that Amber was two hours late. She wasn’t the least bit angry. Fear and worry had swallowed any anger she might have had. The anger would hit later. Hopefully I’d be very far away when it did.

We walked back to her bedroom, where she was in the middle of spritzing perfume onto her neck.

“Mom?” Amber said, her voice thin and fragile.

“Oh, hey, hon. You’re late.”

Amber hesitated, then looked down at her feet. “I went to Paula’s house. We made cookies.”

And there it was. The spike of emotion I’d been waiting for, but instead of anger, I sensed a spasm of pain. She was hurt that Amber had just lied to her. “Go do your homework. I’m going out for a while.”

“’Kay.”

The little fairy princess shuffled off, feeling more miserable for having lied. She’d figure that out soon. I had complete faith in her. But Cook was hurt by her deception. No idea why. I lied to her all the time.

The second Amber was out of earshot, Cookie rushed to close her door and whirled on me. “What happened?”

“Sit down first.”

She did as I asked and I explained the entire event in detail, including the part about Captain Eckert. And what he’d been up to. He had to be behind all the panhandlers and the cop with the camera.

“What is that man’s deal?”

“I wish I knew, but I wanted you to be aware of the fact that Amber behaved beautifully, Cook. She never left Quentin’s side. And she’s learning so much sign. I’m terribly proud of her.”

“She just lied to me.”

“Yes, and I promise you, she feels worse about it than you do.”

She turned a hopeful gaze on me. “Really?”

“I give it a day. She’ll tell you the truth. She wants to talk to you about what happened so bad, Cook.”

The corners of her mouth crinkled in a relieved half smile.

I got up to leave. “Before I forget, I want you to find out everything you can about the girl in the cable car. Her name was Miranda Nelms. I want to know if they charged her mother and brother with anything.”

“Her brother, too?”

“Long story. You don’t want to know.”

“No,” she said, holding up a hand in lieu of a stop sign, “you’re right. I already know more than I want to. I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow.”

“Perfect. Are you ready for your date?”

And the apprehension was back in full force. “I just don’t know what to wear.” She tossed aside the pair of pants she’d been holding.

“I would definitely suggest keeping the pants, but you do what makes you most comfortable. Besides, your date is g*y.”

Surprise lit her face, and the apprehension she’d been feeling dissipated. “That’s great. I don’t have to worry about impressing him. He wouldn’t be into me either way, right?”

“Right. He works for APD dispatch, but I doubt Uncle Bob knows him or the fact that he’s g*y.” I snorted. “That would suck. All of our hard work would be down the drain if that were the case.”

“And you’re meeting Robert there, right? To make sure he sees us?”

I checked my watch. “In one hour on the dot. Are you okay with leaving Amber by herself for a while?”

“After what happened? No. I’m leaving the cop Robert sent over with her. And I’ve asked Mrs. Allen to check on her as well.”