“You mean the photos?” Kate asked.
“Yes.”
They were silent as they thought about what she was saying.
Jack sat down on a pew, his arms across the back. “They’re a selfish lot. They’ll turn on each other.”
“Exactly,” Sara said.
“How do we know who’s telling the truth?” Kate asked. “I could see Nadine saying, ‘I saw Clive shoot Sean. Now may I go see darling Lord Hazeldean?’”
“Proof,” Jack said. “They have to show us proof of whatever they say.”
“Like they have that,” Kate said. “They all ran away that night and never looked back.”
“Which proves that they have secrets,” Sara said. “I bet Bella has a way to show photos on a big screen. Jack, you can set it up in here.”
“Will your pictures show well blown up that size?”
Sara looked like her head might explode. “My new Sony has 61 megapixels. I can blow it up for a billboard. It—” She broke off as Kate and Jack were smiling at her. “Brats!” she muttered.
“What about Bella?” Jack asked. “Do we invite her or not?”
“Not!” Sara said. “She could close down the place. She could—” She took a breath. “Bella is going to hate me.”
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t hide a body.” Jack sounded dismissive. “So who’s going to do what? Kate, it’s your turn to deal with Mrs. Aiken. We’ll need food or they won’t show up.”
“I think it’s Aunt Sara’s turn. That woman terrifies me.”
“I need to choose photos and Jack is the IT guy. Looks like it’s you,” Sara said.
Kate groaned. “At least she has the food Willa brought.” She looked at Sara. “If they’re all making preparations to leave, how do we get them to meet us here?”
“Lie,” Sara said. “Say whatever you have to. Appeal to their giant egos.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jack said. “Four o’clock this afternoon. Agreed?”
The women nodded.
* * *
It took the rest of the afternoon to arrange everything—and everyone was true to form.
Jack told Teddy he had some news about her father. That was enough for her. He flirted with Nadine and said he knew a few Florida millionaires. “Only M’s?” It took him a moment to know what she meant. “It’s Florida, not Nantucket. No billionaires available.”
When Sara told Willa they’d found out something bad about Clive, she happily agreed to be there. “So much for revenge being dead,” Sara muttered.
For Byon, she suggested they collaborate on something. Share the money. He protested that his schedule was full and he might not have the time. Sara shrugged, said, “Okay,” then turned away.
“Four, is it?” Byon called after her.
Sara kept walking. “Whatever.” She was smiling.
Puck just asked when and where. She didn’t question them about what they were going to do.
Clive was the most difficult, but that was understandable. He really and truly wanted to get away from all of them. With every minute that passed, the others were reverting to the way it had been when Nicky was alive. Sara had even seen Willa staring at Clive in that fascinated way that stalkers do. Silent, watching, their eyes blank.
Jack set up the screen in the chapel, then taped cloth he’d found in a storage room over the windows. He didn’t want to chance an outsider seeing what they were about to show.