“She knows I’m at your house.”

“Then she’s dropping off a housewarming present and being quiet about it.” Rachel stood and carried her coffee to the window.

“Or she’s showing somebody the house.”

I didn’t like the way she said somebody.

“She wouldn’t,” I said.

Rachel went back to her list, but she tapped the pen harder.

“Remind me why you gave her the emergency code.”

“Because she’s my daughter.”