“Thorpe,” he said.
“Yes. Sean was the stable manager. He wasn’t actually in the group. He and Diana vanished, never to be seen again.”
“It’s been over twenty years,” Jack said. “And no one has heard anythi
ng?”
“That’s one of the first things I want to ask about when they get here.”
“Who are the others and where are they now?” Kate asked.
“Nadine Howland,” Sara said. “She and her father lived next door. Bella said he built a ghastly house.”
“Got an invitation to see it yet?” Jack asked.
“It’s on my list. She married a viscount so it’s now Lady Nadine. There was a man named Clive who was the estate manager. He’s a banker in London now. And a young woman named Willa. I had a really hard time finding her. She was the daughter of an aristocrat and I called the family.”
“You did all this without telling us a word?” Jack sounded hurt.
“What am I supposed to do all day?” Sara shot back. “You think I’m old so I should sit around and watch TV? Look at photo albums and go over my memories? Or—”
“Don’t use the age card on me!” Jack snapped back. “You could have told us what you were planning to do and—”
Kate, always the peacemaker, stepped in. “What happened to Willa?” She glared at Jack to shut up.
“I don’t know. I found her sister in London and called her. She did not want to talk about Willa.”
“Interesting,” Kate said.
“I thought so too. I gave her my email address to give to Willa. I didn’t think I’d hear back. But I did. Willa and I exchanged a few emails, and she said she’d love to come to a reunion, just give her a date.”
“So you don’t know what happened to her?” Jack was mostly over his anger.
“Not a clue.”
“That makes five,” Jack said. “Who’s the last of the Pack?”
Sara took so long to answer that Kate and Jack looked at her in curiosity. Finally, she locked eyes with Jack and said, “Byon Lizmere.”
Jack loudly sucked in his breath.
“Who’s he?” Kate asked.
Jack and Sara were staring at each other.
“Okay, you two,” Kate said. “Stop leaving me out. Who is this guy?”
“Before Last Night. Yesterday is Tomorrow.” Jack’s tone was reverent.
“We saw every one of his plays on Broadway,” Sara said.
Jack hummed a bit of a song. “Is he coming?”
“Yes,” Sara said. “I contacted him through his agent. I didn’t speak directly to Mr. Lizmere, but he messaged me that he’d do anything to find out what really happened that night. He’s driving up from London to be here.” She looked at Jack. “You are going to sing with Byon Lizmere.”
Jack snorted. “I’m not up to his league. Broadway? London theaters? Not even close.”
Both women smiled. For all Jack’s protesting, they heard the desire in his voice. Had his life been different, music would have been part of it. But he gave that up for his family.