She glanced at the card and smiled. “I’ll call you as soon as I’ve talked to him.”

Mom squeezed Crystal’s arm lightly. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“We’d better get going,” Melody said, and her voice rose with excitement. “We’re driving over to Sonoma to pick up ten new dehydrators. OMG!”

“TTYL,” Crystal said, waving as they left the store.

“Hasta la vista,” China said.

“Whew,” Mom said when the door closed. “Those girls always had more energy than ten of you two.”

China’s shoulders slumped. “I’m exhausted.”

“Good thing they played for our team,” I said, then grabbed Mom for a quick hug. “You were awesome, Mom. You lied like a real pro.”

“Watch and learn, sweetie,” she said, stepping back and patting her hair.

“OMG,” I muttered.

We dropped by Savannah’s and caught her racing around, preparing for the dinner crowd.

She stopped for a minute to answer my questions about her time at the Art Institute and about Angelica and Solomon.

“I hated her. What else did you want to know?”

“Did you know Solomon?” I asked.

“Well enough. I went to parties at his house.”

“Did Solomon use guns?” Mom asked, going off script. Apparently she was running her own investigation. I guessed I would watch and learn.

“Oh, God, Mom,” Savannah said, pressing her cheeks with her hands. “You just reminded me of this really creepy thing that happened one night.”

She told us of a party she attended with the usual gang of institute partygoers at Solomon’s place out in the woods somewhere. It must’ve been two or three o’clock in the morning when the host came out of his bedroom with a couple of guns and a box of ammunition. He announced that he wanted to play Russian roulette.

“I got up to leave right then,” Savannah said, “and Angelica sneered at me. ‘What? Are you scared?’ And I said, ‘Yeah. You people are sick,’ and I walked out.”

“That’s my girl,” Mom said, with a sharp nod of approval.

“They really were sick,” I said, feeling chills skitter up my arms.

“Completely,” Savannah said.

“Did they really play Russian roulette?” Mom asked, her face showing her shock and worry.

“I asked a girlfriend later,” Savannah said. “She told me that somebody threatened to call the cops, so Solomon kicked everyone out. He said they all needed to lighten up because he was just kidding around. But I know they weren’t kidding.”

Savannah’s cell phone beeped and she checked the text message. Her mouth dropped open. “It says the Chronicle will be publishing a three-star review of Arugula in tomorrow’s paper.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Mom whispered in awe. “I’m so thrilled for you. You’ve worked so hard. You deserve every wonderful accolade you get.”

I could see tears in Mom’s eyes as we all hugged and laughed. Then we laughed harder as Savannah screamed and ran back into the kitchen to check the cabernet reduction sauce she’d left simmering.

“It’s still alive,” she cried out.

“Hallelujah,” Mom said, and we left Savannah to her cooking.

Mom got in the car, but didn’t start the engine. Instead she turned to face me. “I want to see Max.”

“Yeah, I was afraid of that.” I’d had an itchy feeling all morning that she’d bring it up at some point.

“I’ll go by myself if you’d rather not come along.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that it could be dangerous.”

“Do you honestly think these people are watching us right now?”

I sighed. How could I answer without giving her a heart attack? I decided to keep it light. “It’s just that they’re tricky, so we have to be trickier.”

She pursed her lips, thought about it for a minute, then started the engine. “Okay, I’ll take care of it.”

She took off toward home but passed the turnoff that led up the hill to our house. A half mile later, she passed the street that would’ve taken us to Jackson’s house, where Max was staying.

Meandering a few more miles out of town, she suddenly turned left into a gas station. Stopping at one of the tanks, Mom got out and bought two gallons of gas. I could see her watching every car that passed.

We drove off again, this time heading down the old two-lane road that ran parallel to the highway. She turned off again and took back roads, skirting Dharma’s downtown district completely, until she finally came back to the road that led up to Jackson’s house.

You know, my mother would’ve been a great spy. Just like my dad apparently was.

“Nice job, Mom.”

She checked the rearview mirror for the hundredth time as she stepped on the gas and zoomed up the hill. “I don’t think we were followed.”

“I doubt it.” I was still nervous, though. I had a sneaking suspicion that yesterday’s bullet had been aimed at me. What if they took another shot? What if they hurt my mom? That thought made me so sick to my stomach, I immediately shoved it away.

I’d thought a lot lately about buying a gun and carrying it with me. The flaw in that plan was that I wouldn’t use it, and if I did, I’d probably shoot myself in the foot. Guns freaked me out. But at times like these, when I felt threatened or intimidated, I thought it would be kind of nice to whip out a big-ass weapon, strictly to intimidate the bad guys.

Since I didn’t have a weapon, I sort of wished Derek were here with us. I know, I know—a woman can take care of herself. Who needs a man? Well, I don’t know about you, but I liked having a gorgeous, dangerous man around when I was scared. Call me a sellout to the feminist cause. Right then, I could live with it.

Mom parked in Jackson’s driveway, and we ran to the front door. We knocked; then I used my key to open the door and we walked inside.

“It’s Brooklyn,” I called, as we headed into the living area.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Max shouted from above us.

I flinched, then looked up. He stood gazing down at us from the office loft above the living room. In his hands was the high-powered rifle he’d brought from home.

“You’ve got to stop aiming that thing at me,” I said calmly, although my heart was thumping a thousand beats a minute. “Put it down. There’s someone here to see you.”

Mom moved out into the living room and looked up. “Hello, Max.”

Max stared for a long beat; then his shoulders slumped. He lowered the rifle and disappeared from the railing. A few seconds later, I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Then he was in the room and hugging Mom as if he were her own long-lost child.

Mom had tears streaming down her cheeks when she stepped back. I could see Max’s eyes glistening a little, too.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re alive and well,” Mom said, sniffling between words.

“It’s good to see you, too, Becky.” He hugged her again, then found us all some tissues to dry our tears.

“Robson was here earlier,” he said.

“I thought he might come by to see you,” Mom said, smiling.

“Did anyone see you drive up here?” he asked.

Mom waved off his worry. “I drive up here several times a week to see Jackson.”

“Well, Jackson isn’t home,” he said, pacing in front of the windows.

“Nobody knows that,” Mom said. “And even when he’s home, I come up to water his plants. Lord knows he won’t remember to do it.”

Max sighed. “I don’t want to put you in danger.”

“Oh, Max,” Mom said softly. She walked up to the man, who towered over her, and patted his chest. “Don’t you know there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you? Everyone in Dharma feels the same way. I just wish you’d trusted us more with your problems all those years ago. We could’ve helped.”

He glanced at me sideways. “I’ve heard that a few times now. Believe me, as soon as this nightmare is over, you’re stuck with me. I’m never leaving again.”

“Good.” Mom smiled. Then, without warning, she punched him in the stomach. “Make sure you don’t.”

“For God’s sake,” he said, doubling over. “What’s with you Wainwright women?”