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wouldn’t tell the police. She was embarrassed to let them know she’s been sitting across from his office checking on him.”
    “She has to tell them,” Shirley said.
    “Oh, she will. Today. But she wants to know what Michael is up to. So, can I hire you to do some surveillance work? God, I hate this.”
    “No, I don’t want your money. I’ll do it for Sam as long as she knows I might find out something she doesn’t want to hear. I like Michael. He’s a nice man. I just can’t believe he’d be up to any hanky-panky, but I learned a long time ago that I’m always surprised by what people do.”

 
     
     
Chapter 11
     
     
    We talked a while longer and then walked out to our cars. I waved Shirley off and sat in my car debating whether I should stop by the office where my friend, Mary-Beth Ramsey, worked. We had plans for dinner tomorrow night with our husbands. I wasn’t sure what to do about the situation with John, but maybe we would be back on speaking terms by then. And if not, he could spend the evening talking with Jeff. Mary-Beth and I had enough catching up to do.
    I nixed the idea of visiting Mary-Beth. I needed to save my sister, so instead I took the piece of paper Shirley had given me with the name of Jenna Sanjari’s sister. Maddi Wickersham lived in Indian Cove in an older development with large houses and big yards. I knew the area, just not the exact street. Besides not having one of those fancy phones everyone seems not to be able to live without, I also do not have a GPS system, so I decided I would just drive around until I found the street. Might not be the best way of finding an address in a big city like Los Angeles, but here in Indian Cove, especially if you had lived here all of your life, finding a street didn’t pose that much of a problem.
    The Wickersham house was a big white structure set on a knoll far back from the quiet street. It had three floors and probably a finished basement, and lots of gabled windows. It was a lovely home, and landscaped beautifully with plenty of shade trees all around.
    I parked on the street and hiked up the long cobblestone driveway. There was an SUV parked in front of the garage and I hoped Mrs. Wickersham would be here. Victor had only been found dead yesterday, so there was a good chance she was with family, but I didn’t see any other cars and decided to take my chances.
    I rang the bell at the side of the front door and waited. I couldn’t hear anything, but the door seemed to be a sturdy, thick structure. I don’t like ringing or knocking more than once, so I started to turn away just as the door was pulled opened. A woman of about forty stood in front of me. She was average height, had very thick light brown hair cut into a very short trendy style. Her eyes were an incredible blue and she had that smoky eye thing going you see in magazine advertisements. She had on a pair of black exercise pants that hit her legs just below the knee, and bright turquoise blue running shoes that matched the turquoise curve-hugging T-shirt. I had seen her a few times at various school functions for the kids. I just never knew who she was.
    “May I help you?”
    “I’m looking for Maddi Wickersham. My name is Alex Harris.”
    “I’m Maddi.”
    I had been rehearsing what to say on the drive over. I started by telling her that I was the aunt of Kendall Daniels and that we were all so very sorry about Moshi’s father and that Kendall was worried about her friend. I then told her what happened to my sister and how it was all a terrible mistake.
    “Your name sounds familiar. Didn’t I read something about you in the paper a while back? Oh, I know. You solved the crime of that poor man who got shot while trying to find his real daughter.”
    “Yes, that was me.”
    “And now your sister is in trouble and you’re trying to help her?”
    My sister was currently the number one suspect for killing this woman’s brother-in-law. I had a feeling she was about