Caroline removed her hands from his. “Tell Gretchen what you told me.”

“Allison and I were separated, but we were talking about getting back together,” he said. “She wanted to come to Phoenix and asked me if I wanted to join her. Of course I did! I was madly in love with her. I’d jump at any opportunity to spend time with her. That’s all I wanted, to be with her.” His voice broke and he paused to collect himself.

Gretchen looked away, feeling some of his pain. She’d lost her father, had almost lost her mother, and that had hurt immensely. But to lose a loved one to a senseless act of violence was unimaginable.

“When she didn’t come back to the hotel,” he continued, “I thought that she might have changed her mind, flown back to LA without telling me. That wasn’t her style, but still, I thought that’s what happened. The next morning while I was packing, I saw the news. A dead woman in a cemetery. No name. What if that woman was Allison?”

“That’s when Andy went to the police,” Caroline said.

“They treated me like their prime suspect after I identified her body. God, I can’t go through this again.” He hung his head.

“Let me explain the rest,” Caroline said, taking up his story. “The police told him about the words on the gravestone and about the fantasy doll. Andy, of course, recognized her doll and also felt that it was further evidence that the authorities would use against him. He had remained in his room the night she disappeared, so he didn’t have anyone to vouch for his whereabouts.”

Convenient, Gretchen thought.

“Allison was studying her family history,” Caroline continued. “It sounds to me, from what Andy shared, that she had become obsessed with tracing her family tree as far back as she could. She had located relatives across the country, shared her findings with other family members who were as interested as she was, and visited genealogy databases online.”

“Last year she flew to New York specifically to visit Ellis Island,” Andy said. “Through all this research she discovered that she had relatives who’d lived in Phoenix, so she decided to come here and learn what she could.”

“Which is why she was in the cemetery,” Gretchen said. “How did she get there? Do you know?”

“The police said that a cab driver let her out at the cemetery entrance with the understanding that he would return in an hour. He came back and waited fifteen minutes for her to show. When she didn’t, he drove off.”

“Was she meeting someone?” Gretchen asked.

“If she was, she didn’t tell me,” he said. “I wish I’d paid more attention to what she was doing, but I wasn’t very interested in family trees. I could have cared less that she was researching second or third cousins.”

Gretchen looked at her mother. “Flora Swilling,” she said.

“Yes!” Andy said. “That’s one of the names she mentioned. How did you know?”

“It’s complicated,” Caroline said.

“Oh God, I can’t believe she’s gone.”

Andy’s sunglasses were hiding more than his identity. He seemed distraught over Allison’s murder to the point of near collapse. Or else he was a very good actor. Gretchen saw a tear slide down the side of his face.

Caroline looked around the coffee shop, furtive and worried. Gretchen thought they were acting suspiciously guilty of something and would call attention to themselves if they kept it up. But no one seemed to notice but her.

“You two need to appear just slightly less flipped out,” Gretchen suggested.

Caroline had her hands over Andy’s again. What was going on with those two? “They allowed Andy to go back to the hotel late last night,” she said. “But…”

It was the “but” part that Gretchen found the most disturbing.

After returning to the hotel, Andy hadn’t gone back to his room. “I couldn’t bear to stay in the room we’d shared. I stayed in the lobby all night. I found a small alcove where I could be alone, and I stared out the window the entire night.”

“Andy was there,” Caroline said, “when two squad cars pulled up outside the hotel and approached the desk clerk.”

“I heard my name, they headed for the elevator, and I walked out on the street and kept going. I have to find Allison’s killer before they catch up with me,” Andy said. “Because every clue they have points right at me.”

“Words on a gravestone implicate you?” Gretchen couldn’t see how.

“You didn’t see how they treated me.”

“We have to help him hide,” Caroline said.

Just great.

“I’m sure that if you turn yourself in,” Gretchen said, “and if you are completely truthful, nothing will happen to you. The police will believe you.”

“No,” Caroline said. “They most certainly will not. Innocent people are convicted of crimes they didn’t commit all the time. Don’t you watch the news? Gretchen, we already know much of what happened. We were at the cemetery, along with Nacho and Daisy. They must know something that would help Andy.”

Gretchen put her hands over her ears. “No! I don’t want to hear any of this. I’m dating a cop! I can’t do this. Aiding and abetting is a crime!”

But she knew that she would help, if for no other reason than because her mother had asked her to. Caroline believed in her old friend’s innocence, and she was clearly going to help him whether or not Gretchen went along with their plan.

“Give us a few days,” her mother appealed to her. “We’ll find out what we can in the next three days. In the meantime, we’ll see that Andy is taken care of.”

“Caroline, this means so much to me,” Andy said.

Gretchen groaned. “I can’t ruin my relationship with Matt.”

“You won’t. If, after three days, we don’t find anything to prove Andy’s innocence or someone else’s guilt, he’ll turn himself in. Right, Andy? Do you accept those terms?”

Andy nodded. “I don’t know how to repay you.”

Repay us with your innocence, Gretchen thought.

“What do you say, Gretchen?” her mother asked. “Are you willing to give it a try? To give it three days?”

“Two days.” She heard the words coming out of her mouth and couldn’t stop them. “Two days of investigating. That’s it.”

“I knew you’d help,” Caroline said. “We’ll come back and pick up Andy here at the coffee shop around dusk. Can you stay out of sight until then?” she asked Andy.

“Sure. I’ve been doing a pretty good job of hiding until now.” He downed the rest of his coffee and slipped out the door.

Gretchen watched him through the window until he was out of sight.

Had Andy murdered Allison? What if she had tried to leave him again and he’d killed her in a jealous rage?

Gretchen turned from the window to find her mother had been doing the same thing, watching the man disappear.

How could they be certain that Andy Thomasia was innocent of murder?

Gretchen felt chilled, and it had nothing to do with ghosts or cold spots.