It wasn't Vivian I had to contend with when the maid opened the front door to greet me. Instead, it was the hurried and tactical clickity-clack approach of Rachelle. The mayor's previously estranged mother had made an appearance in Reading long after she'd decided living in Montpellier or wherever it was she'd taken her share of Ranier's fortune, wasn't suiting her needs any longer. Perhaps because she missed her daughter, though I doubted very much it was her loving relationship ...