The ProblemJosie and I hurried down the stairs; my carriage and coachmen stood before us. The wind blew stronger, tiny sprinkles of rain falling here and there. But I barely noticed them.
Joe loved me.
No other carriages were on the street, and Josie let out a sigh of relief. "Grampa won't be angry at you being out here. But if he saw you were in the house, in Joe's bedroom —"
I nodded, picturing Tony's reaction. "I understand."
She lowered her voice. "Jacqui, there's something I must discuss with you."
"What is it?"
"Helen Hart was not out boating last week."
I stared at Josie, dismayed. That was my cover story the day Blaze Rainbow and I went to the Diamond Party Time factory to rescue David Bryce from his kidnappers.
"Helen ... Mrs. Hart ... is a dear friend. She's been ill for
