“I love this.” She trailed a finger over the mint-green paint of a cupboard. “It really shows what someone can do with imagination, taste, and time.”

“Wow.” Zoe took a squat glass pitcher out of the refrigerator. “That’s quite a compliment coming from somebody like you. I mean, somebody who knows art. I wanted to have pretty things but still make a place where Simon could run around like a boy. And it’s just the right size for us. I don’t care about the million dollars.”

She set her company glasses on the counter, shook her head. “Boy, does that sound stupid. Of course I care about the million dollars. What I mean is I don’t need a million. I just want enough so we’re secure. I only got into this because it seemed so interesting, and because the twenty-five thousand was like a miracle.”

“And because that night, up at Warrior’s Peak, was so compelling, so dramatic? Like we were all the stars of our own movie.”

“Yes.” Zoe let out a laugh as she poured. “I got caught up in the idea of it all, but I never considered, not for a minute, that we’d be taking any kind of risk.”

“I don’t know that we are. I’m not going to worry about that until we know more. But I don’t have a child to consider. I wanted to come by and say that if you want to back out, I understand.”

“I’ve been thinking about it. One of the advantages of serious cleaning is it’s good thinking time. Do you want to take these out in the back? I’ve got some chairs out there. It’s kind of a nice spot.”

They walked out, and it was a nice spot—that tidy little yard, the two Adirondack chairs painted the same sunny yellow as the house, and a big, shady maple tree.

Once they were seated, Zoe took a deep breath. “If Pitte and Rowena are some kind of lunatics who’ve targeted us for some reason, there’s no backing out. It won’t matter. And if they are, doing whatever we can to find the keys makes the most sense. If they’re not, then we should keep our word.”

“It sounds like we’re on the same track. I’m toying with going back up there to talk to them again, get another impression. In a day or two,” Malory nodded, “after we—I hope—find out a little more. I know Dana will be zeroing in on the books, and Flynn’s already heating up the Internet. If he finds anything, he’ll tell me at dinner tonight.”

“Dinner? You’re going out with Flynn?”

“Apparently.” Malory frowned into her lemonade. “Five minutes after he left my apartment I was wondering how he talked me into it.”

“He’s awfully cute.”

“Any guy would look cute beside that big, ugly dog.”

“And he was flirting with you.” Zoe gestured with her glass so that the ice clinked. “Big time.”

“That I got. Flirting isn’t on the agenda for the next few weeks if I’m going to focus on finding the first key.”

“Flirting with a cute guy’s a nice side benefit.” Zoe sighed, sat back and wiggled toes that she’d painted poppy pink. “Or at least I seem to recall it was, from the dim, dark past.”

“Are you kidding?” Surprised, Malory looked back at Zoe’s sexy faerie face. “Men must hit on you all the time.”

“The initial sortie usually stops dead when they find out I’ve got a kid.” She shrugged. “And I’m not interested in the let’s-get-naked-and-keep-it-casual deal. I’ve been there.”

“Right now, I’m not interested in the let’s-get-naked-and-make-it-serious deal. I have to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. My current windfall isn’t going to last forever, but it does give me time to decide if I really want my own business, and how to go about it if I do.”

“That’s something else I was thinking about today. I’m going to have to get back to work. But the thought of starting a new job, with new people, out at the mall . . .” Zoe puffed out her cheeks and blew a hard breath. “And the last thing I want is to try to run a salon out of the house. Nobody takes you seriously when you do that. They start thinking hair’s your hobby instead of your job. Plus, where you live isn’t home anymore, and I’m not taking that away from Simon the way it was taken away from me.”

“Your mother did hair out of your house?”

“Trailer.” Zoe shrugged. “She did the best she could, considering we lived a couple miles outside Nowhere, West Virginia. My daddy took off when I was twelve, and I was the oldest of four.”

“That’s rough. I’m sorry.”

“Rough on all of us, but like I said, she did the best she could. I’m just hoping to do better.”

“I’d say making a pretty house and home for you and your son means you’re doing absolutely fine.”

Color washed into her face. “Thanks. Anyway, I thought I’d start scouting around, see if I could find a place for rent that I could outfit for a salon.”

“If you find one, see if you can find a nice storefront for me and my artworks shop.” With a laugh, Malory set her glass aside. “Or maybe we should just combine the two and go into business together. Art and beauty, one-stop shopping. I’ve got to go.”

She rose. “I’m going to swing by and see Dana, then go home and see if I get a brainstorm over that stupid clue. You want to plan for the three of as to get together one day early next week? A powwow.”

“Fine with me, as long as we can work around Simon’s schedule.”

“We can do that. I’ll call you.”

SHE didn’t know if it qualified as a brainstorm, but it was at least a direction.

Malory studied the clue line by line, searching for metaphors and hidden meanings, double entendres, loose connections. Then she stepped back again to look at it as a whole.

There were mentions of the goddess. And the keys themselves were reputed to unlock imprisoned souls. Put all that together, she decided, and you had a sort of religious reference.

With that in mind, she spent the rest of the day going through every church and temple in the Valley.

She came home empty-handed, but she felt she’d done something positive with her day.

She dressed for dinner, keeping it simple with a sleeveless black top and black cropped pants, topped with a tailored jacket the color of strawberries.