"Meaning Dylan?"

"That's right. I think I understand why she's trying to find someone for me. She doesn't want me to be lonely . . . or scared."

"Which means she is."

"Yes," she said. "She's had a harder time of it, much harder, this past year. She was so close to Mom. So the way I see it, we can't let her think she's on her own. I'll call her almost every day until she adjusts, but Kate, you're going to have to make weekend trips to see her, especially on parents' weekend. If I can get the time off, I'll be there, too."

"Okay, we've got a plan," she said. "Did you happen to notice Dylan was asking Isabel all those questions about Reece?"

"Yes," she said. "He was very smooth about it, too."

"I think he's on the phone now running a check on Reece. You know, finding out if he has a criminal record."

"Oh Lord, wouldn't that be something."

Kate dried her hands, handed Kiera the towel, and went to greet Detective Hallinger.

It was Dylan who actually let the detective inside. Isabel smiled and waited until Kate had made the introduction to say h.e.l.lo.

The two men shook hands. Hallinger was the first to speak. "How long are you in town, Detective?"

"Call me Dylan."

Kate was about to tell Hallinger that Dylan would be going home tomorrow, but she never got the chance.

"I'm here for a while. Not sure how long."

The two men were sizing each other up, like two roosters in a henhouse, she thought, and then she realized the comparison wasn't flattering to her or her sisters.

"Where are you staying?"

"Don't know yet," Dylan answered.

"I hope you'll stay with us," Isabel urged. She turned her attention to Detective Hallinger and said, "It's so nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you, too," he replied.

"Won't you come in and sit down," she offered, gesturing toward the living room.

He and Dylan walked in together. Dylan was talking, but his voice was so low Kate couldn't hear what he was saying. The detective took his notepad out and started writing.

"Did you offer him a beverage?" Isabel asked.

"You were standing right here. You know I didn't. Besides, this isn't a social call."

"Did he tell you what was so important?"

Kate was watching them. "I'm sorry?"

Isabel pulled her toward the banister and farther away from the men. She glanced into the living room and lowered her voice and said, "When Detective Hallinger called, he said he wanted to talk to you about something important. I thought he sounded kind of grim or something. I'm not going anywhere if you're in trouble, Kate. I want to know what the detective says. Maybe I could sit with you and listen. I won't interrupt."

"The detective just wants to tie up some loose ends," she said. "Nothing you haven't already heard." It was a lie, of course, and Isabel didn't look like she was buying it.

"How do you know that? He hasn't had time to tell you anything yet."

Good point, she thought. "I know because Dylan told me. And you trust him, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do," she said. "But how is that possible? He only just met Detective Hallinger."

"Good heavens, you're suspicious. Dylan talked to someone at the police department."

"Oh . . . okay, then."

Kate was appalled at how easily she could lie. She was getting a little too good at it.

Isabel looked relieved, though. Kate hadn't realized how much Isabel was worrying about her. So maybe in this instance the end did justify the means.

"Everything's fine," she a.s.sured her. "And I will offer the detective something to drink. Okay?"

"Mother would want you to remember your manners."

World War III could be going on, but by G.o.d no one would be thirsty if Isabel had her way, Kate thought.

"I know."

She tried to go into the living room, but Isabel stopped her once again. "One more thing and don't get mad."

Kate sighed. "Who called?"

"Carl."

"When?"

"This afternoon."

"What did he want?"

"He just wanted to see how you were doing. He was very upset. He told me he was mortified about you getting blown up at his party."

"I did not get blown up."

"You almost did," she said. "Carl also said to tell you he's so sorry about everything, and he hopes you can find it in your heart to forgive him. He's kind of dramatic, isn't he?"

"He can be," she agreed. "I'll call him when I get a free moment."

"Oh, you can't call him. He said to tell you he's going away where no one can bother him. He wouldn't tell me where."

"Then I'll wait until he calls me again. Anything else?"

Isabel looked guilty. "Yes, the box lady called. She said she had something important to ask you." She rushed on. "I didn't tell you about it because she said she'd call back soon." As if on cue, the phone rang. "See?" Isabel said gesturing toward the sound.

Kate glanced at Dylan and Nate, who were deep in conversation, then headed to the den to answer the phone.

Haley George was on the line. To all of her clients she referred to herself as "the box lady." She was one of Kate's most valued suppliers. Her small company, which designed and produced specialty containers, had provided the octagon boxes for Kate's products from the beginning. She never missed a deadline, and Kate had come to rely on her efficiency.

"I'm sorry to call you so late," Haley apologized. "I realize your business is on hiatus right now, but I thought I should call you about this right away so there won't be a delay when production starts again. I know how important the details are to you."

"That's all right, Haley," Kate a.s.sured. "What's up?"

"The new spools of ribbon came in today. Your initials were printed in silver as always, but the ribbon color isn't your usual mint green. This one is more of a sage green. If I send it back, it could take another month to get the right color. I want to know what you want me to do."

Kate sighed. With all of her other problems, the color of a ribbon seemed at the bottom of her priority list right now. Nevertheless, the design and color of her packaging had become a Kate MacKenna trademark, and if nothing else, she was a perfectionist when it came to consistency and quality.

"Send it back," she told Haley. "And thanks for letting me know."

"Will do," Haley answered.

Kate hung up the phone. Maybe a slight variation in color wasn't all that important, she thought, but as long as this company was still hers, she would make sure it followed the high standards she had set for it.

Isabel stuck her head in the door. "Dylan's asking for you," she said.

"I'm coming," Kate answered.

"Try to be nice to him, Kate. He's Jordan's brother," she reminded her. "You could show him a little affection."

A little affection? If she only knew, Kate thought. Affection had reached a whole new plateau in Boston.

Kate joined the men and apologized for making them wait, but neither seemed to have noticed. They were busy sharing war stories about their departments.

Hallinger had spread his notes on the coffee table.

"Nate was telling me the FBI and ATF are both involved in the investigation now, which is no big surprise," Dylan said.

"And that means it's a real circus downtown," Nate said. "Each agency wants to run the show. They're all stepping on each other's toes, and more are on their way."

"And no one wants to share information until they've finished their reports," Dylan interjected.

Kate knew Dylan was simplifying the situation, but still, so many people thinking they were in charge complicated the situation and made the detective's job much more difficult. a.s.suming he was still part of the investigation.

"Where does that put you, Detective?" she asked.

"I guess you could say I'm at the bottom of the food chain," he answered, smiling. "And please, call me Nate."

She nodded. "What will you do?" she asked.

"My job."

"This is his investigation no matter how many agencies get involved," Dylan added.

The two men had quickly become allies, and Kate thought she understood why. Their jobs put them in the trenches and in the line of fire, and neither one of them appreciated outsiders coming into their neighborhoods and taking over. It seemed to be a territorial thing.

"The FBI's going to give me the most trouble," Nate remarked. "They're all arrogant know-it-alls."

Kate looked at Dylan to see how he was reacting to Nate's comments. He was smiling.

"Did you mention to Nate that you have two brothers who are FBI agents?"

Nate flinched. "No kidding. Look, I'm sorry I . . ."

Dylan put his hand up. "It's okay. Nick and Alec are both arrogant know-it-alls on occasion."

"What do you know so far? Are there any leads? Any suspects?" she asked.

"It's already been determined that the explosive was placed inside a basket of flowers. The investigators can usually pinpoint the origin of the explosion," he explained. "The basket was on the ground in front of a table toward the back of the tent. Your table," he added matter-of-factly.

Kate didn't show any outward reaction to the news. She simply nodded. "I remember the flowers. They were beautiful. I didn't see who delivered them," she added, knowing that was Nate's next question. "I went inside the gallery for just a few minutes, and when I came back to the tent, there they were."

"I just drove back from the airport," Nate said. "I offered to pick up this hotshot expert named Sutherland. He leads the eastern national response team," he explained. "Which is actually part of the ATF. As it turns out, he's a real decent guy. He gave me some useful information. This is all off the record because he'll still go through the site with trained dogs and whatever else it takes, but he told me he knows who it is. He said he's been after this guy for a long time."

"He knows who the bomber is?" Kate felt an instant of relief.

"His signature," he corrected. "He knows his signature."

She didn't know what he was talking about. She looked at Dylan, and he quickly explained. "Every bomber has a signature. They're creatures of habit," he said. "Maybe it's the materials he uses, always the same, or maybe as in this case, where he hides it. This guy likes to hide the explosive in a basket, sometimes more than one."

"Flower baskets," Nate interjected. "They call him the Florist."

"Lovely," she whispered.

"He likes to blow things up in a big way. He's partial to buildings, but he's done cars and houses. The thing is, no one's ever inside. He seems to go to great lengths to avoid hurting anyone."

"Until now," Dylan said.

Nate glanced at Dylan who nodded and then said to Kate, "You've got a good fire department in this little town. They know what they're doing, and one of them noticed the similarities and called Charleston PD to find out who was in charge of the Charleston investigation. That's when I found out you were at the warehouse.

"No easy way to say it," Nate said. "Someone tampered with the gas line, but Kate, that wasn't enough to cause the damage done. We checked it out and discovered it was-"

She realized at that moment what he was telling her. "Another bomb," she finished.

"Yes, and you're the only connection between the two," Hallinger answered. He could see the bewilderment in her eyes. "So now we're wondering . . . who wants you dead?"

Chapter Eighteen.