Park said for the hundredth time. “Her mother,” Lex repeated. Madison looked up from the screen of her cell. “Yeah. Her mother.” They were sitting tensely in the back of the limo as it sped north on the Hutchinson River Parkway, cutting through the posh suburbs of Westchester County. In less than twenty minutes, they would be in Connecticut. At Ghost Ranch. Madison cast her eyes down at her cell again. She hit Send and brought the phone to her ear. The call went directly to Tallula’s voice mail. “Damn,” she muttered. “Still nothing.” “Forget it,” Lex said. “You’ve tried Tallula twelve times already—she’s obviously not going to turn on her cell. And it doesn’t really matter. It’s not like she’ll turn us away or anything.” “That’s not the point.” Madison glanced at her sisters. “I’d just like her to know that we’re coming.” “And that we have a few questions,” Park added, her voice taut. Madison sighed. “Will you drop the suspicion, please?
