22Early Tuesday evening, Sasha returned from her weekend in Carmel. Kate was busy showing houses, so she couldn’t pick Sash up at her school, but Penny’s mom, Mariko Hashimoto, covered for her. Had Kate known on the way home what awaited her at the apartment, she probably would’ve opted for a turn-off leading directly to a watery parking place at the bottom of San Francisco Bay. She was driving straight from the frying pan into the fire.
When she walked in the door, Sasha confronted her before she could even change out of her business suit. “You slept with him,” she said, glowering.
“Who, darling?”
“Captain Jones, of course. The real one.”
Kate sighed. “What makes you say that?”
“Mom! Your room was a mess. You never leave for work without straightening up first. When I used to do that
