I showed him the photograph. His face went still. He enlarged it, stared at Rebecca in my mother’s earrings, and handed the phone back.

“Why?” he asked her. One word, and it held something I hadn’t expected — disappointment.

Rebecca’s composure shifted. “It was necessary. To make Daniel believe I was still cooperating.”

“Cooperating with what?” I asked.

“His acquisition plan.”

“You were dancing with him. He kissed you.”