"That's great! Maybe she reconsidered. I need to go speak to her, to make things right..."

"Wait." I caught her by the arm. "You need to stay here. Solomon, where is she now?"

"They just stepped into the house by the front door. We're waiting to see where she... she's in the bar now, talking to Rob."

"Do you want me to intervene?" I asked.

"What's going on?" asked Juliet and I waved her quiet again.

"No, we need to see what she's doing. She needs to make her move. Everyone hold your positions, until I give you the go ahead," said Solomon. "Lexi, go downstairs and mingle with the guests. Keep a close watch on Penelope. You need to be everywhere our cameras can't see."

"Got it." Juliet watched me with a puzzled expression that I guessed could quickly turn to panic if I told her what we were doing. "I have to go downstairs. But I want you to stay here with the door locked."

"How long do I wait? The wedding is supposed to start in thirty minutes."

"I don't know. Not long, I hope. I'll come back as soon as I can." I reached for the handle, turning the lock and was just about to step out when Juliet called my name. "Are they here?" she asked. "Is the stalker here?"

"Yes," I said.

"You know who it is, don't you?"

"We believe we have a suspect."

"It's Penelope, isn't it? You still suspect her." Juliet sighed and I wondered, for the briefest moment, whether I should just lie. Instead, I shut the door again. This time, there would be no lies, and no skirting around the truth.

"We found more evidence today that indicates your stalker has to be Penelope."

"I don't want to believe you. She's my friend. She's the mother of Rob's son. She was shot, for crying out loud! Why would she do that to us?"

"I don't know, but we're going to find out. Stay here, okay?" I opened the door and slipped out, shutting it behind me. I paused, waiting until I heard the lock click before I hurried downstairs.

It took me less than a minute to find Penelope. She was still standing in the bar area with Rob, her arm draped around their son's shoulders. As I entered, a hand grabbed me and pulled me to one side.

"Lily! You scared me!" I squeaked.

"Sorry. Look who it is." Lily tipped her glass in Penelope's direction.

"I know. Solomon told me already."

Lily huffed. "If I had one of those fancy earbuds, I'd know that."

"Tell Lily I can hear her," said Solomon, through said fancy earbud.

"Solomon can hear you," I told her.

"Ask him when it's going down," said Lily.

"I don't need to. We're just watching. Did you see them do anything?"

"Penelope got a juice from the bar for her kid," said Lily. We watched as Robbie slurped the last of his juice. He dropped the cup into his mother's hand and scooted out of the room on shoes with wheels in the heels. He soon skidded through the house out of view. "She's only talked to Rob so far."

"We need to keep watching while looking like we're not watching."

"I am not making out with you!"

"What? Who said anything about..."

"Undercovers do it all the time," Lily hissed.

My stomach flipped. "I know, I've seen it. This is not one of those times. Plus, you're wearing a wedding ring and you're pregnant; and everyone knows Solomon is my boyfriend."

"I can still hear you," said Solomon. I ignored him.

"Let's just chat. If you stand a little bit that way, and I stand a little bit this way, I can see them both clearly. Now all we have to do is..." I stopped as someone shouted from the kitchen. The shouts got louder before a billow of smoke came through the door.

"Fire!" yelled someone as the smoke alarm began its piercing shriek.

"Solomon, we have a fire in the kitchen," I said to the lapel pin.

"Go check it out. Tell Lily to leave."

"Lily, Solomon says to leave while I check it out."

Lily leaned into my pin, close enough that she could see the stitches on my lapel. "No way."

"I'll be right back. Lily, if there's a fire, you have to leave."

"Fine," I heard her say as I rushed into the kitchen. A small crowd had gathered, making it difficult to push my way to the front as smoke rose.

"It's nothing," said a man's voice. "Really, it's nothing. I think it's a smoke bomb or something. It's not a fire. Everything's okay."

"A bomb?" someone yelled to panicked shouts.

"No! No! Really, it's a kid's smoke bomb. Not a real bomb," said the same man as I got to the front. He wore a chef's apron and wielded a small fire extinguisher. The smoke began to dissolve around us and something small was kicked outside where it continued to fizzle and belch out smoke.

"It's a smoke bomb," I said to my pin.

"It's someone's idea of a joke," said someone behind me. "I don't think it's funny."

Neither did I, but I didn't say that as I turned away from the annoyed chef. In the commotion, I totally forgot about our target. "Solomon, where's Penelope?" I asked.

"We can't see her. The smoke makes it impossible to see."

"Someone set this off deliberately!"

"As a distraction," said Solomon, adding, "Everyone, get eyes back on Penelope. We might have a situation going down now."

"She couldn't have set it off," I told him. "Lily and I were watching her."

"Doesn't matter. Anyone, eyes on Penelope?"

I edged my way back through the meandering crowd, squeezing past a confused couple loitering in the doorway before darting into the bar. It was empty, except for Lily who was waiting, and staring towards the kitchen. "Where are they?" I asked.

Lily whirled around, her face dropping at the empty room. "They were right here. I just turned away for a moment."

"Solomon? Penelope and Rob are gone. I'm going to check on Juliet."

"Location?"

"Juliet's bedroom," I told the mic as I turned towards the stairs, running for them with Lily right behind me. The door to the bedroom stood wide open. My heart stilled as I stepped inside, looking around the empty room. "Solomon, Juliet's gone."

"Find her."

"Let's find her," said Lily, coming to a stop next to me, her hand resting on her belly as she puffed, "She can't have gone far. She's wearing a freaking wedding dress! It's not like she can blend in."

"Eyes on Juliet? Anyone?" came Solomon's calm voice. "Lexi, Juliet's been spotted heading into the garage."

"The garage? Why would she go there?" I asked, not expecting an answer. "C'mon, Lily. We have to go to the garage." Lily was out the door, leaving me in her wake as I hurried to catch up with her. The downstairs was largely emptied now, thanks to the smoke bomb scaring people. Some went out the front, and the annoyed chef was chasing others out the back, so we cut through the hallway with ease, darting out the front door.

"Which way?" asked Lily.

"Right," I said and she took off again. "Lily, wait; let me go first."

"Why? I'm faster."

That was true, even carrying an extra human, Lily was remarkably faster than me. I resolved to start working out at the gym again, something I hadn't done in a while. After my running partner unexpectedly passed away, Lily gave up trying to force me into anything more strenuous than pregnancy yoga. "You're pregnant and Penelope's dangerous. We don't know what we're walking into. Get behind me. I'll protect you." I insisted.