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you?”
    There was wonder in her voice, as though she hadn’t accused me of doing it just a few months ago.
    “We had everything. Harley was going to speak to this reporter, show him all we had. He was supposed to be an undercover agent of some sort, someone new. It made me nervous because we’d worked with the same agent every time before. But Philip insisted everything was on the up and up. So I reluctantly agreed. And then Harley…”
    “That was the day of her accident?”
    “Yeah. It seemed like an accident. People get hit there more often than I like to think about. So I just thought it was a coincidence. But now it’s pretty obvious there was something else going on.”
    “How do you know it wasn’t someone you’ve been working with?”
    “I don’t. That’s why I’ve distanced us from all of this since the accident. But last night, that reporter—”
    “You don’t think he was someone working with the government?”
    “How much does Grant know? What’s he been telling his clients?”
    My mom’s eyes narrowed. “You think that reporter is one of them, fishing for what you know.”
    “And I think he was involved in her accident.”
    My mom started to say something, but the doorbell chose that moment to scream from the front of the house.
    Grant was here.
    I let him in. I expected him to look confused, but he only looked tired. When he saw my mom, he went to her and drew her into his arms. It was the most affection I think I’ve ever seen pass between them in the entire thirty-plus years I’d known him.
    “I got a call from a friend. The feds are going to raid the office first thing in the morning.”
    “Who told you that?” I demanded.
    Grant glanced at me, almost as though I were fly buzzing around his head.
    “Does it matter?”
    “Yes. I need to know how much you know about this situation.”
    Grant simply continued to hold my mom. Harley let herself in silently through the back door, stowing the throwaway cellphone in her back pocket. Her eyebrows rose slightly at me, as though she was asking what I thought of the scene unfolding in front of me. I wasn’t sure I had the right to an opinion anymore.
    I grabbed her hand as she moved closer and tugged her out into the foyer.
    “He says someone told him the feds are going to raid his office tomorrow.”
    “That’s what Philip was just telling me.”
    “Did you tell Philip about the reporter last night? Or that we’re not meeting with him today?”
    Harley looked away and that made me nervous. She was a stubborn woman, and her stubbornness often meant that she wasn’t going to do what I wanted. And that scared the crap out of me since the last time she went against my opinion, she ended up in the hospital.
    “Harley…?”
    “I think we should go and sound this guy out.”
    “But if he’s—”
    “We don’t know for sure which side he’s on. And if he’s on ours, the information we have could help your mom.”
    “But it they’re going to raid Grant’s office tomorrow, they’ll have most of that information.”
    “Most, but not all. You do remember that some of it had been scrubbed of his computer. If you weren’t so brilliant with all this technology stuff…”
    “Flattery isn’t going to help your argument.”
    “Sure it will.” She reached up and kissed me gently. “I think we should talk to Grant, then go see what this guy has to say.”
    “And if he tries to hurt you?”
    “You’ll be there. And Philip’s friends are still around.”
    I pulled her close to me, the idea of seeing her in another hospital bed made me wish we could go upstairs, lock the bedroom door, and never venture forth again. But I knew this had to happen. And I knew it had to go the way she wanted it to because it was the only thing that made sense. We would never know whom we could trust, so we had to trust ourselves.
    And each other.
    I pressed her up against the wall and kissed her, letting my lips linger before I slowly began to explore