“That could get sticky,” Dad said.

Derek nodded in agreement but said nothing.

“It could all be a sham,” I said lamely. “Minka LaBoeuf was the one who announced the news. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was lying.”

“Minka?” Mom said. “Your chubby friend who made up those stories about you?”

“She is so not my friend,” I insisted. I didn’t correct the chubby part, so sue me. “But yes, she’s the one.”

Helen peeked up at me. “You have a real problem with her, don’t you?”

I gritted my teeth. “She’s a total psychopath.”

Helen nodded. “I always thought she was sort of odd.”

“Yes, that’s a good way to put it,” Mom said.

“You’re both being way too kind,” I said, rubbing my temple where Minka had managed to whack me upside the head, the chubby bitch.

I had to wonder why Minka would go to the trouble of making all this stuff up about Kyle and Serena if it wasn’t true. What did she have to gain, either way? And why would that meek woman, Serena, play along with her? Was she an actress? Minka was more than capable of deception, but the other woman had appeared genuinely distraught. I could only conclude that she really was Kyle’s wife. I still didn’t want to believe it, mainly because she didn’t look like she was a whole lot of fun. Kyle would’ve needed someone full of life and fun like him.

Wouldn’t he?

Oh, how would I know? I didn’t know him anymore.

And that hurt. I no longer had the right to judge what Kyle needed in a relationship. Obviously, he hadn’t needed me. If he had, he never would’ve cheated on me.

But had Kyle needed Helen? Had they planned to marry? Maybe Kyle had been trying to get a divorce from this Serena person. Helen seemed so sure of him and their shared love. But if he was married, how had she gotten that impression? She’d been genuinely shocked to hear he had a wife. Now wasn’t the time or place to ask Helen just how certain she was about Kyle’s feelings, but I’d find a time later to pursue the question.

Derek glanced at his watch, and I realized I’d been staring into space ever since Minka’s name was mentioned.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and turned to Robin. “What are your plans? I have to give a presentation in two hours and I need a little prep time. But I’ll be free around four.”

I explained that I was giving a seminar on book fraud and two bookbinding classes at the book fair this week.

“Can we sit in on your workshop this afternoon?” Mom asked.

I laughed. “You didn’t travel over six thousand miles to sit in a stuffy conference room with me, did you?”

“Of course we did,” she said with a grin.

“Suit yourself, but the subject matter’s pretty dry.”

“You’ll make it sing,” she predicted.

“Why don’t we blow this place for a while,” Dad said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Take a look around town. We’ll be back in time to see you in action.”

“Great idea,” I said. I could tell he was antsy. Dad thrived in the outdoors. He loved working in the vineyards back home, any time of year. Raised to join the corporate banking world of his wealthy father, Dad had rebelled and gone off to follow the Grateful Dead. Then, thanks to the Fellowship, he’d morphed again into a happy, successful farmer. He would have a grand time tramping through the Highlands.

“Helen, do you want to come with us?” Mom asked gently. “Some fresh air might do you good.”

“I’d love to,” Helen said excitedly, then grimaced and looked at me. “But we’re having lunch.”

I laughed. “We can always catch up later. Mom’s right about the fresh air.”

Relieved, she turned to Mom. “I’d love to go with you. Thanks so much.”

Mom had worked her magic again. Maybe she truly did have an enchanted stick somewhere in her purse. If she did, I guess I could’ve used a shot at it myself. On second thought, I was going to let that go.

“I must run off to a meeting now, but I’d like to take you all to dinner tonight,” Derek said out of the blue.

“Really?” I said, pleased by his offer.

“Yes, really,” he said, aiming an intimate smile at me. Was I blushing?

“Oh, Derek!” Mom said after a quick exchange of looks with Dad. “We’d love that.”

“But we’ll take you,” Dad said, getting an early start on the manly tradition of fighting over the bill.

“No, you’re in my territory and I insist,” Derek said with a firm smile. “You’ll be my guests.”

Dad knew when to capitulate. “That’s very generous. Thanks, Derek.”

Helen started to stand and Mom helped her up.

“Thank you,” Helen whispered. “I hate feeling so weak.”

Mom tucked Helen’s arm through hers. “You should try to get your ojas replenished while you’re here. I understand there’s an excellent panchakarma clinic in the Grassmarket.”

Helen raised an eyebrow in my direction and I stepped in to translate for Mom.

“Ojas,” I said. “It’s Sanskrit. Basically, it’s the body’s essential energy, or fluid of life, both physical and spiritual. So this panchakarma clinic will clean you out physically and set you right spiritually through enemas, some therapeutic purging and bloodletting. The usual stuff.”

Her eyes widened.

“Don’t frighten her,” Mom admonished.

“Me? I’m not the one who-Never mind,” I said when Mom gave me the raised-eyebrow look.

She patted Helen’s arm. “When you get to be my age, you’ll find out it’s better to relieve psychic cramping than live with it.”

“Hear, hear,” Dad chimed.

The door opened. “I hate to interrupt.”

I turned to see the burly presence of Detective Inspector Angus MacLeod standing in the doorway. Oh, great. Was I about to be arrested in front of my family and friends? What would my mother do if that happened? Would she threaten MacLeod with an ayurvedic cleansing? Talk about your international incidents.

“Hello, Angus,” Derek said, moving to stand beside me. It wasn’t a good sign.

“Hello, Detective Inspector,” I said, wondering if there was some shorter version of his title I could use, since we were getting to be such close, personal friends.

He glanced around the room until he spied Helen. “Are you all right, miss? The hotel is trying to locate a doctor.”

Helen shook her head. “Please, I’m fine. I don’t need a doctor.”

“If you’re sure, I’ll let the front desk know.”

“Thank you,” Helen said.

MacLeod signaled to an officer outside the door to call the front desk. Then he turned and handed me my canvas tool bag. “We’re finished with these. Please put them in a safe place, Ms. Wainwright.”

“I will. Thank you for returning them so quickly.”

“You’re welcome. Now, I had a few more questions.”

I quickly swept my arm out toward my parents. “Let me first introduce my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wainwright, and this is my friend Robin Tully.”

“How do you do?” he said, tipping his head slightly to my parents. He turned to Robin and said, “How do you…”

His mouth hung open but he was no longer capable of speech. I’d seen it happen before. Some men found Robin, who was gorgeous and petite and fun-loving and stylish, utterly captivating. Apparently, MacLeod was one of them.

“I do just fine,” Robin said in a sultry voice.

I stopped my eyes from rolling back in my head at her obvious come-on, because this was a new and welcome development. Maybe MacLeod wouldn’t be so quick to arrest me if he suspected it would displease the fair Robin. Ooh, maybe he’d get so busy with Robin he’d forget about arresting me altogether.

Hey, we all have dreams.

I didn’t know if she read my mind or not, but Robin turned her charm to full strength and aimed it right at MacLeod. “I was just on my way out to explore your beautiful city, Detective Inspector.”

He slowly salvaged his senses. “I’d be pleased if you’d allow me to act as your guide.”

“How lovely,” Robin purred. I swear, she purred.