“It’s not a coincidence that we’re here, but it might be a coincidence that Maddie is dead.”

“What does that mean?”

“That this might not have anything to do with Maddie’s murder, but… she used to be married to Dicky Massri.”

She had the satisfaction of seeing Jake’s jaw drop. He said at last, “That… hasn’t turned up anywhere yet.”

“They were married in Egypt. There were immigration issues, though-among other things. They divorced nearly two years ago.”

“Go on.”

“That’s basically it. Mother remembered the marriage-” Despite her best intentions, at the last instant A.J. couldn’t admit to breaking and entering Dicky’s apartment. “We thought that there might be a lead here. Something that would, at least, cast doubt on the case you’re-the police-are building.”

“And?”

“I don’t know. Maddie swore she hadn’t stayed in contact with Dicky. Unless she was one heck of an actress, she didn’t even know he was dead. But it’s obvious that she and Mother weren’t the only two women he had romanced with an eye to… um… fleecing.”

“Is that what their generation calls it?” Jake was still dour. “Was Maddie being blackmailed?”

“No. I’m sure she wasn’t. I don’t think she even knew he was in the country. The scam with her was to marry her and then keep asking for money. Eventually she got fed up and divorced him. Like I said, I’m convinced she didn’t even know Dicky was dead.”

“How did she take that news?”

A.J. cast her mind back. “She was shocked. She didn’t shed any tears over him, but she wasn’t gloating either.” She admitted, “In fact Maddie burst out laughing when she learned Mother had been involved with Dicky. Granted, she had a very odd sense of humor.”

“Did she have any theories about who might have popped her ex?”

A.J. shook her head. “No. The last she’d heard he was still in Egypt. But something did happen today, and I think it has to tie in with her death. Anything else is too much of a coincidence.”

“Go on.”

“She found out that a friend of hers, Peggy Graham, had recently committed suicide. Except Maddie didn’t believe it was suicide.”

“No one ever does. What makes you think it ties into her death?”

“She was so shocked at the idea. She even said at one point she thought it might be murder.”

Jake’s green eyes narrowed. “Did she have any grounds for such a claim or was she just talking?”

“I don’t know, but she was killed only a few hours later.”

“Who overheard her say she didn’t believe Graham’s death was an accident?”

Reluctantly, A.J. said, “Just Mother and I, although Maddie was obviously upset when she left the hairdresser’s.”

“That wouldn’t be unexpected. She’d just heard of her friend’s death.”

“There was a phone call while Mother and I were talking in the kitchen after Maddie had gone upstairs to rest.”

“Who called?”

“That’s the thing. The phone only rang once.”

Jake rubbed his forehead. “In other words, someone could have just dialed wrong. So far none of this is getting us anywhere.”

“What if Maddie went upstairs and phoned someone? And that one ring was the person calling her back to arrange a meeting of some kind? If Maddie was waiting for the call, she’d have snatched it up immediately, which would explain why there was only one ring. You could check the phone records, right?”

“Yeah,” Jake said slowly. “So you think this person called Maddie back to arrange a meeting of some kind and then killed her?”

“I think it’s a possibility.”

“And they killed her because she didn’t believe Peggy Graham committed suicide?”

“I don’t know why she was killed. Maybe it’s something else entirely. She was pretty wealthy. Maybe it’s something as mundane as that. But there’s some connection here. I know it.”

Jake looked skeptical. “Did this Graham woman know Massri?”

“I don’t think so. But I don’t know.” A.J. considered this idea more carefully. “It seemed like maybe something had happened between Maddie and Peggy. She said they weren’t as close as they used to be.”

“Wouldn’t she have mentioned it if this Graham woman was seeing her ex?”

“Probably. I know there is one obvious connection.”

He waited. A.J. knew how it was going to sound before she said unwillingly, “They all went to the same hairdresser.”

For what seemed like a very long time Jake didn’t move a muscle. At last he said, without any inflection at all, “Seriously?”

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said quickly. “I know how it sounds. But there’s something there. I mean, just the fact that Maddie was killed after we went to The Salon. That can’t be a coincidence.”

“It could, actually.”

“But it’s not. Jake, Maddie was shocked when we left the salon, but she was also frightened. And angry.”

Jake wearily rubbed his forehead. “You’re grasping at straws.”

“I’m not. This is fact. Maddie and Peggy both went to the same hair salon. The same salon Mother uses, by the way.” A.J. very nearly slipped and added that Massri-or someone visiting his apartment-had also used The Salon products. As far as she was concerned that was the clincher in her argument, but unfortunately she couldn’t reveal she had been in Massri’s apartment.

“A.J.-”

“There’s another fact,” A.J. said stubbornly. “Two of these women, Mother and Maddie, went on Egyptian cruises. Maybe Peggy did, too. You could check, couldn’t you?”

“Honey. A.J. I know you want to help your mother. But this is… silly. This Graham woman and the vic-er, Ms. Sutherland-were friends. Just like your mom and Sutherland were friends. They all probably shopped at the same stores and dined at the same restaurants, too. For all we know they might have read the same books or watched the same TV shows or listened to the same music. It doesn’t prove anything.”

“You’re not giving this fair consideration, Jake. There’s more to this than it sounds.”

With an obvious attempt at patience, he said, “These women are about the same age and the same income bracket, correct?”

“I have no idea what Peggy Graham was like.”

“Let’s leave Peggy Graham out of it for a second. Your mother and Sutherland fit the same approximate profile. They’re friends. They talk. One likes where she gets her hair done, she tells her friends. One has a good time on a cruise, she tells her friends. There’s no mystery-or even surprise-to any of this.”

When A.J. didn’t have an answer, he said more gently, “Let’s look at it from a different angle. Say there is a connection here. Say that somehow the beauty parlor and the Egyptian cruise are all linked together. Maybe the salon is getting a kickback for every client they refer. What does this have to do with Massri? How does this lead to murder? How does it lead to suicide?”

“That would be your job to figure out,” A.J. said shortly.

“Okay, and what am I supposed to be figuring out?” He was equally curt. “What angle am I pursuing here? What is it you suspect the beauty salon of? Overcharging for haircuts?”

“Maddie was frightened and angry when we left The Salon. She wouldn’t say why, but she was. And obviously with good reason.”

“If she wouldn’t say why, then maybe she wasn’t frightened. Maybe she was just shocked and upset to hear that a friend had committed suicide. Isn’t that possible?”

“She was murdered only a few hours later. I thought you didn’t believe in coincidence?”

He was silent. Finally, he said, “I don’t. I’ll look into Peggy Graham’s death. And I’ll check out the hair salon. Maybe there’s something hinky there. Maybe it’s mob funded. Maybe… I don’t know. I’ll look into it.” He met her eyes. “But I don’t think you should pin your hopes on that line of investigation.”

A.J. nodded.

“And I think you should also be prepared for the fact that the victim’s connection with Massri and her homicide while your mother is a guest in her home is liable to look pretty bad for Elysia.”