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worrying, she’d never let it rest until she checked Gina out in person. The last thing Gina wanted was her little sister worrying about her. Worrying was Gina’s job. She’d been doing it most of her life.
    Gina finished putting the food away and left the kitchen. She picked up her briefcase, determined to put that money in her bank account to good use, and went to sit in the library. The desk looked way too big for her so she curled up on the couch, opened her notebook computer on her lap, and took a deep breath as she signed onto the Internet and Googled Private Detective Agencies. She clicked on the site she’d looked at earlier and dialed the number.
    “Hello, I need to talk to someone about a missing person case.”

Chapter 4
    “There’s not a box of Mac & Cheese or Hamburger Helper to be found.” Tina spun around in the butler’s pantry, which was larger than Tina’s entire kitchen, and smiled at Gina. “I don’t know what half this gourmet stuff is, but it sure looks good.”
    Tina explored as Gina tossed the salad. The filets were almost done.
    “Do you need help with anything?” Tina asked.
    “No, grilling sure is easy when you have one built into the twelve-burner stove. There’s no crawling out on the fire escape to flip the burgers in this neighborhood.”
    Tina looked out the windows overlooking the garden. “You even have one of those super-deluxe built in barbecues down there. Why do you need two?”
    “Probably because it rains and snows. I guess barbecuing isn’t just for summer anymore.” Gina put the salad on the table and searched the cupboards for serving bowls for the broccoli and rice. She had to get a stool to reach the bowls and ended up handing them off to Tina.
    “Wow, this stuff is real china. And we’re not talking Corelle either. I bet the silverware is really silver.”
    Gina climbed off the step stool. “God, I hope not. Just think of how much time it would take to keep it all polished. Heck, as it is, I’m going to have to clean one floor a day just to keep up.”
    Tina set the small table in the breakfast room. The dining room table probably sat twenty comfortably—not that they’d be comfortable eating there. “It’s definitely not like our place. I can clean everything in under two hours. Maybe you should drape sheets over all the furniture in the rooms you don’t use and just close them off like they did in all those old movies we used to watch when we were kids.”
    “Yeah, that’s where the ghosts got the sheets they’d fly around under. No thanks. This place gives me the willies as it is. I don’t need any help in that department.”
    Spreading her arms out wide, Tina spun around the unbelievably large kitchen. “Is this place really all yours? Ben gave it to you just for marrying him?”
    Gina spooned the rice into a small serving bowl. “For now, both our names are on the deed, but that will change once we file for divorce. He’ll sign it over to me free and clear. It’s in the prenup.”
    “Are you going to stay here?”
    Gina filled the other serving bowl with broccoli. “No, as soon as the divorce is final, I’ll sell it, buy a place like Rosalie’s, and invest the rest of the money. And believe me, there will be plenty of it. Besides, what would I do with a place like this?”
    Tina folded napkins and placed them under the forks. “I don’t know. I guess you could marry someone who isn’t gay and raise a family.” She carried the food to the table.
    Gina turned off the grill and brought over the filets. “You and Sam are the only family I need. I’m not the maternal type or the wife type. That’s always been your style, not mine.”
    They sat and passed the bowls and platter back and forth, filling their plates until Tina stopped serving herself rice, the spoon mid-air. “You don’t know that. You’ve just never had the opportunity.” She emptied the spoon onto her plate. “That will change. Before I met Sam, I never thought