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to Pat Dwyer.”
    “Pat Dwyer?” Bernie said. “Who the hell is Pat Dwyer?”
    “He used to be Mulroney’s partner and he’s Liza’s stepfather. Like I’ve always said, it’s a small town.”
    Bernie tapped her fingers on the side of the sofa. “Who else do we know who knows the Corned Beef and Cabbage Club guys?”
    “It’s not exactly as if we travel in their circle,” Libby pointed out. “We didn’t even in high school.”
    “True,” Bernie said. “They were definitely too hoity-toity for us.”
    “Yes,” Libby agreed. “They were going skiing in Aspen over Christmas vacation and we were working in the shop. Not that that was a bad thing,” she quickly added in deference to her dad. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
    “I never thought it was,” Sean commented.
    Everyone was quiet for a moment.
    Then Bernie said, “If anyone knows who they hang with, Brandon probably does.”
    Sean nodded. “I bet you’re right. Maybe Marvin and I will drop by RJ’s later and ask him.”
    “And there is someone else we should talk to,” Bernie observed as she picked up the tray again in preparation for going downstairs.
    “And who would that be?” Libby asked.
    Bernie was immediately sorry she had spoken. “Forget it,” she said.
    “Seriously, Bernie. Who is it?” Libby asked.
    Bernie hesitated for a moment and then said, “Orion.”
    Libby took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She knew hearing his name shouldn’t bother her after all this time, but it stiulr, but ill did. “I doubt that,” she told her sister.
    “No. Truly,” Bernie said. “He works for the same hedge fund Liam does.”
    “How do you know?” Libby demanded.
    “Missy told me.”
    Libby put her hands on her hips. “And how does she know?”
    “Come on, Libby, stop it,” Bernie said.
    “Well, I’ll tell you one thing. I’m not talking to him.”
    “No one asked you to,” Bernie said.
    “Just so we’re clear,” Libby said.
    “You know,” Bernie told her, “it’s really time you lightened up on this.”
    “Really?” Libby said.
    “Yes, really.”
    Sean held up his hands before his daughters could get into it. “Peace,” he said. “I’ll speak to him if need be.”
    “Good.” Libby smiled at the thought. Her dad would not be nice, but that was okay with her. In fact, it was more than okay. Even though she knew she was the one who had allowed Orion to treat her like crap, it didn’t matter. She still wanted to see him suffer. Bernie was right. It was time to let it go. She wanted to, but she just couldn’t.
    Bernie looked from her sister to her dad and back again. Everything seemed to have settled down. Thank God. “Okay. So when does everyone want to get started on this project?” she asked.
    Sean rubbed his hands together. “What is it they say about there being no time like the present? I think I’ll call Marvin and see if he can give me a lift to Pat Dwyer’s office.”
    “Maybe Marvin’s busy,” Libby told her dad. Since Marvin was her boyfriend she felt the need to protect him from her dad, who could be a bit overwhelming at times.
    “I’m sure if he is, he’ll tell me,” Sean replied. “After all, he is an adult. Anyway, he likes to do this kind of stuff. It’s sure better than embalming people.”
    Which Libby had to admit was true. Marvin did like sleuthing, and in her estimation pretty much anything was better than embalming people.
    “And we”—Bernie pointed to herself and Libby—“should go talk to Duncan.”
    “As soon as I’m done with the muffins,” Libby replied.
    Bernie snorted. “You don’t know that Amber’s going to burn them.”
    “You’re right. I don’t,” Libby conceded, mostly for the sake of keeping the peace.
    But Bernie wasn’t fooled. “Why are you always so negative?” she asked.
    “I’m not negative,” Libby told her. “I just believe in planning for the worst and hoping for the best.”
    As it turned out, this time Libby was