He shook his head. “I want to get back. Nick will be worrying.”

“Are you okay to drive?”

Andy made a face. “Yes. Power steering, power brakes, and I know my limitations.”

They hugged and Andy got in the car.

She watched him reverse in a slow, careful arc and then start down the long, paved driveway.

When the car was lost to sight she turned and went inside.

A.J. and Stella spent the remainder of the afternoon quietly. A.J. caught up on her mail and industry reading and finished reading through her aunt’s book. They had a quiet supper and settled down to watch TV, something neither of them generally had time for.

A.J.’s phone rang and her heart sped up as she recognized the number as Jake’s.

She went into the dining room to take it, staring through the bay windows at the lake glittering in the moonlight.

She opened her mouth to greet him, but Jake beat her to the punch.

“Where are you?”

This was something she hadn’t taken into account. She had been the one contacting Jake over the past few days; she hadn’t been thinking about him initiating contact. “I-I’m taking a few days off.”

“I know. I called the studio and they said you’re going to be out for the rest of the week.”

“Yes. Just a couple of days.” She lied. “I can’t do much at the studio with my back the way it is.”

There was silence, then he said, “I thought your back was better.”

“It was. It is. I just… need a little time away.”

“What does that mean?”

“Just that. I’m taking a few days off. I haven’t had an actual vacation since I took over the studio, and I thought this might be a good time.”

“Now?”

“Er, yes.”

There was an entirely different note in his voice as he asked, “Is Elysia going on this getaway?”

“No.” She remembered that Jake was the one who had spoken up on behalf of Elysia, had defended her when the DA and others deemed her too great a flight risk, had looked into each of her requests for information. He had a vested interest in Elysia not fleeing from justice. “Just me. And just for a couple of days.”

Silence.

Racking her brains for something to say, A.J. came up with, “I was thinking about you. I had a visit from Chess yesterday.”

“Yeah?” He sounded wary.

A.J. chuckled. “Not to worry. No fur flew and all fingernails remain intact.”

He made a sound that was supposed to pass for amusement, but clearly took effort.

There was another pause and Jake said, “The reason I called was I did some looking into Peggy Graham’s death. I talked to the Andover police, looked at the ME’s report. It’s a definite suicide.”

Despite the fact that A.J. had been arguing this all along, she was startled. “Are you sure?”

“Yep. Zero doubt. She’d picked the pills up herself that afternoon. The drugstore clerk remembered her. There were no signs of violence on the body, no signs of forced entry, or that the bottle had been tampered with. Furthermore, she suffered from depression.”

“But her sister said she didn’t.”

“All I can tell you is Graham had been seeing a doctor for over a year and she’d been treated for depression. Families don’t always know everything.”

That was certainly true. A.J. was silent thinking all this over. She considered the implications of this news. Peggy’s death was not part of some larger conspiracy; she had not been silenced to protect a blackmail ring. Granted, if she was suffering from depression, the blackmail could well have figured into whatever pushed her over the edge. But it didn’t change the fact that she had not, technically, been murdered.

Which, considering their plans for Stella, was kind of a relief. Briefly A.J. considered whether to tell Jake about their undercover assignment for Stella, but she decided discretion was the better part of valor.

Into her prolonged silence, Jake said suddenly, awkwardly, “Listen, A.J… your leaving doesn’t have anything to do with something Chess said to you, does it?”

“No. Why?” A.J.’s heart dropped. “What is it you think she might have said?” Had she interrupted Chess’s announcement that Chess and Jake were resuming their former engagement? Maybe she should have shut up and let Chess talk.

“Nothing. It just seems sudden, this trip of yours.”

“No.” A.J. said, relaxing. “Word of honor. This trip has absolutely nothing to do with you or Chess.”

“All right. Well…” He was clearly at a loss and so was A.J. It was difficult to casually chat given how much she was keeping from him.

“Thanks for checking up on the Graham case for me,” she said.

“Sure.”

“I’ll… talk to you soon.”

“Yeah. Okay.” He sounded uncertain about that.

“Bye,” A.J. said.

“Bye,” Jake answered.

In the morning Stella bade A.J. good-bye and drove the rental car into Newton to The Salon.

Even though A.J. knew it was highly unlikely that anything could possibly happen to Stella on her first visit to The Salon-and in broad daylight no less-she found herself too nervous to concentrate on anything for long.

She did her morning yoga, then, bearing Andy’s warnings in mind, she borrowed a headscarf from her ex-mother-in-law’s drawers and took Monster for a long walk down by the lake.

When she got back she read through her e-mail, answering the numerous inquiries from Sacred Balance about what her employees should do on all kinds of matters that they would never have bothered bringing to her attention were she actually in the office, charted out fun new workouts for her Itsy Bitsy, Doga, and Yoga for Kids courses, and fixed herself an omelet for lunch. Now she remembered why she didn’t do vacations anymore. What fun were vacations if you didn’t have someone to vacation with? And meanwhile, while you were not having fun, the work at the office was piling up.

Shortly after lunch A.J. heard the sound of a car in the driveway and went to the front window. The silver rental car was parked out front. A plump, silver-haired woman in Stella’s polyester pantsuit was walking up the front door.

A.J. threw the door open.

“Oh my gosh, Stella!”

Stella grinned. “Not too shabby, is it?”

“You look gorgeous.” The transformation was truly remarkable. Stella’s hair was cut and styled in short, silver layers. Her skin looked smooth and glowing, and the makeup was skillful and subtle.

“You should see my feet,” Stella said. “I never had a pedicure before.” She went straight to the oval mirror in the hallway and gazed at her reflection, shaking her head.

“They can’t be all bad,” A.J. murmured. “They do get some wonderful results.”

Stella turned away from the mirror.

“They’re sending me out with a personal buyer tomorrow.”

“Oh?” A.J. blinked. “How did that come about?”

Stella shrugged. “Stewart said that my nephew suggested the works. Total makeover from the ground up. I wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but I figured you wanted me to make myself available to the blackmailer.”

Knowing Andy’s sense of humor, A.J. could easily imagine it was true. But it did make sense. The more contact Stella had with The Salon, the better their chances of luring the blackmailer into approaching her.

“How did it go today? How did they treat you?”

“Everyone was as nice as could be. Gloria arranged weekly facial treatments for me. I agreed, but I hope no one is expecting me to spend more than two weeks out here.”

“Er, no, no.”

“A very nice young man named Alessandro cut my hair. He asked a heap of questions.”

“I’ve had the Alessandro treatment. Did he… do anything to suggest he might want to make advances toward you?”

“Toward me?” Stella was laughing at the idea. “No. He’s a kid!”

The problem-one of the problems-was that they had no idea how all this worked, and they had a timetable that did not give them much leeway. They had to hope that Stella would be recognized as a pigeon perfect for plucking and that someone would begin to lay enough of a foundation that they could show it to the police as grounds for further investigation.