It was Laura.

They were almost at the research institute.

Rebecca answered while unbuckling her seatbelt. “I saw the invitation last night. I’ll be there,” she said.

“Okay.” She hung up.

Laura had asked if she’d seen the invitation to the jewelry exhibition that morning.

Rebecca finally turned to Zachary. “The institute’s just up ahead. No need to drop me off—I’ll walk the rest of the ...