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just friends but sisters of the heart. Confidantes. Family. Joanna would take Hillary’s hand in hers and smile that wonderful smile. “Sure,” she’d say. “I’ll give you an exclusive interview.” And then she’d promise that they’d get together soon.
    It had to work out that way. It just had to.

6
    â€œA h, the toxic smell of ozone,” said Cordelia, stopping for a moment and taking a deep breath. “I love airports.” She adjusted her sunglasses, then resumed her pacing.
    Jane figured they’d have some time to wait before the plane came in, so she’d saved her big news until now. Besides, she always felt apprehensive in Cordelia’s Hummer, as if it might launch a missile at any moment. “You’ll never guess who walked into the bar at the Xanadu Club last night.” She leaned against the front of the truck, the runway directly in front of her. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, cool and breezy. In Jane’s opinion, the ozone didn’t add much.
    Cordelia stopped again. She was the only one Jane knew who could pace in three-inch heels over cracked pavement and not break both her ankles. “Who?”
    â€œDavid Carlson.”
    She deadpanned. “You’re kidding me.”
    â€œOdd synergy, wouldn’t you say?”
    â€œYou mean … are you saying he didn’t know his sister was coming to town?”

    â€œHad no idea.”
    â€œFreaky.”
    Today, Cordelia wore a bright red, yellow, and blue sundress. She looked like a human beach ball. This was one of Cordelia’s more restrained outfits. While on their way to the airport, she’d said she wanted to tone herself down so that Joanna could take the spotlight. Jane complimented her on her sensitivity.
    â€œWhy’s he here?”
    â€œI’m not sure,” said Jane, looking up at the thin, wispy clouds spreading across the sky.
    â€œHe didn’t say?”
    â€œHe said he needed a break, thought a road trip would be fun.”
    â€œSounds like you don’t believe him.” She leaned back against the hood next to Jane.
    â€œI’m not sure what to think. But something’s not right.”
    â€œAnd you know this how?”
    â€œHe looks terrible—like he hasn’t slept in weeks.”
    â€œYou think he’s ill?”
    â€œI hope not.”
    â€œMaybe there’s trouble in paradise.”
    â€œYou mean Diego? He didn’t mention that. On the other hand, he did kind of skirt the subject when Diego’s name came up.” Jane pushed her hands deep into the pockets of her pants. “I’m worried about him, Cordelia.”
    â€œWhere’s he staying?”
    â€œWell, he was going to stay with me, but, see—”
    Cordelia pushed off the hood and pointed at an approaching blip in the distance. Checking her watch, she shouted, “That’s Joanna!” She began to wave frantically with both arms.
    Jane wondered what Cordelia must look like to the pilot as the plane approached the runway. “Follow the bouncing ball,” she whispered.
    â€œWhat?” said Cordelia.
    â€œNothing.”

    As the small jet slowed and then taxied to the gate, Jane said, “We can’t get past security without a ticket, so I guess we wait here. I figured there would be a swarm of reporters.”
    â€œNo paparazzi,” said Cordelia. “All information about Joanna has been stamped strictly Top Secret.”
    A moment later the hatch opened. The stairs came down and Joanna descended. She had on dark glasses and was wearing beige linen slacks and a matching long, belted cardigan. Her blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked glamorous, tanned, and healthy—but years older than the last time Jane had seen her. Jane tried to remember when that had been and decided it was probably close to eight years ago, when Joanna had invited Cordelia and Jane to Sandpoint for the big