The way Sierra said the word “involved” sounded almost bitter. “Did you think he intruded too much in Jen’s life?”

She sighed heavily. “I think Iwao Yamimoto was not someone who really knew how to love others, including his nephew. Control was how he worked. He saw Jen as a good way to make money. Jen is so good-looking and sweet and funny and I think Iwao always wanted to be the big man. I don’t know how to explain it, but Iwao had these dreams and visions of being, like, a Japanese Donald Trump or something. He was really caught up into the glitz and glamour of the celebrity world and also the world of big business moguls here in America.”

“You didn’t like Iwao, did you?” Nikki reached down and gave Ollie a scratch on the head.

“I won’t lie. No. I didn’t. I thought he used Jen. I thought he used a lot of people and I’m not surprised that he’s dead.”

“What about Mizuki? Did you know her?”

Sierra looked down, her face darkening. “A little bit. I met her once when Jen and I went to Hawaii. His uncle and Mizuki were there. We couldn’t really speak to each other. She was very submissive and didn’t speak English, but she seemed like a nice person. I liked her from what I knew. It made me not like Iwao even more. I know that I shouldn’t say that because he’s dead.”

“What happened with the movie?”

“It went nowhere. Juan Gonzales and Ruben Pearlman, who did the musical score and helped finance the movie, lost a ton of money. And I’m pretty sure that when Iwao put it all together, he inflated everything. Juan brought Ruben in, and the irony is, that’s how Ruben got involved with the S.E.E. members. Then Iwao insisted I help him get in with my dad.”

“I would bet there were some hard feelings between Ruben and Juan toward Iwao.”

She shrugged. “I think so, but my dad is big on forgiveness and preaches it. He knew a little about what had gone on between the three men because I’d told him. My dad is hands-off, though. He doesn’t like to get involved in other people’s problems and he hates gossip. I think part of the reason he let Iwao join is because he wanted the three of them to figure out the lesson behind their journey together.”

“And how about you? You didn’t stay with Jen?”

“No.” She became noticeably emotional again at the mention of this.

“When we were in Hawaii together, I thought Jen was going to propose to me. He wanted to tell his uncle about our plans for the future. We’d talked about marriage. Then I woke up on the last day and Jen was gone. Iwao told me that he’d gone back to Japan and gave me a letter Jen had written for me.”

“What?”

“I know. It didn’t make sense to me then and it still doesn’t. All he wrote was that we weren’t meant to be together and he wanted me to find someone else.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Did he ever contact you again?”

“No. I tried to find out where he was and had no luck. Iwao said that he was back home and had met someone else. He actually told me this when he came here on Thursday. I was shocked to see that he was here. I didn’t think he and Juan and Ruben had ever dealt with their issues. Knowing I would be here after the breakup with Jen… it didn’t make sense that he was here. The only thing I can think of is that he is completely motivated by money and that he desperately wanted to get my dad and Eli to publish their books with his company. He had some big plans to turn my dad into a celebrity motivational speaker. He told my dad that he was going to get him on television here and in Japan and together they would be rich.”

“That’s not your dad’s motivation. The money.”

“No. Not at all. Anyway, that’s my saga… and I do feel better after talking to someone. It’s hard in my family. Even though we’re supposed to be who we are, it isn’t always possible.”

Nikki reached across the table and covered the woman’s hand with her own. “I think who you are, Sierra, is a good person.” She smiled. “And I’m sorry about the way things happened with you and Jen.” Nikki couldn’t imagine if Derek left her without any explanation. And then to find out he’d wound up with someone else? Unbelievable.

Sierra looked up, past Nikki, her lips quivering. Her face paled.

“Sierra, are you okay?”

“Jen,” she replied.

Nikki turned around to see a handsome Japanese man-sculpted cheekbones, dark hair slicked back, brown eyes trained on Sierra’s face. Jen Yamimoto stood between the arches of the café and the hotel lobby.

Twenty-six

NIKKI stood up and walked over to the man. She introduced herself. Sierra hadn’t moved from the table.

“Hello. I’m Jen Yamimoto. I’ve come because I’ve been informed of my uncle’s death.” He looked past Nikki. “Sierra?”

She finally stood and came toward them. “Jen.”

“I didn’t know you would be here. I didn’t know that my uncle had come for a workshop. The police told me when they called me, but oh, wow, it’s so good to see you.”

Sierra stared at him.

Jen looked at Nikki, his hands clasped in front of him. “I’m sorry. Could you excuse us?” Then he looked back at Sierra.

Nikki glanced at Sierra, who was beginning to cry again. She didn’t know if she should leave her alone with a man who’d broken her heart. “Sierra, is that okay?”

“Yes,” she replied in a whisper.

“If you need me, please call my cell phone. It’s on the list that I gave everyone when they checked in,” Nikki told her.

She nodded and Nikki called for Ollie, who jumped up.

Back into a run, she and Ollie headed down to the house. She had a big meal to put together and her time spent with Sierra didn’t leave any room for her to head over to the meditation and yoga for the afternoon. Not to mention the fact that she smelled like garbage.

There were a lot of things Sierra had said that Nikki needed to process, and now with Jen Yamimoto showing up, there was an additional element racing through her mind. Jen might have had a motive to murder his uncle. Had he really just arrived in the Napa Valley?

Twenty-seven

NIKKI didn’t have as much time to prepare as she’d hoped. She hadn’t made a meal for this many people in a long time and she’d lost her knack for it. Ollie was underfoot the entire time she diced, chopped, and sliced, and she nearly tripped over his large frame more than once. She should have gotten takeout. Pizza would have been ideal.

She looked at the clock and could see she had less than an hour left. When she’d come home from her outing, she’d showered, towel-dried her hair, and donned a robe before preparing the meal. Now she needed to pull herself together quickly before the guests arrived, so she put the cornbread in the oven, stirred the chili, and headed into her bedroom. Once there, she sprayed on the perfume that Derek bought her, the one that smelled like cherry blossoms and something sweet, maybe vanilla. Oh, and did it remind her of the night he gave it to her. The night he suggested they live together.

She’d walked into his house that evening, amazed at how romantically Derek had set the mood. He’d gone all out. She couldn’t remember ever seeing it look so beautiful. Acoustic guitar played on the surround sound, candles illuminated the room, and there was even a path of rose petals. Yes, it was straight out of a romance novel, but Nikki had reveled in all of it. What she hadn’t known was what the big deal was all about. He’d told her that morning he planned to grab some steaks and they could barbeque and maybe watch a movie that night. Things had gotten serious between them, and for the past several months they’d typically spent most nights together. She even had a drawer and a portion of the closet in his room designated as her own, even though she was only up the hill at the hotel. So the minute Nikki nonchalantly opened the door to Derek’s house was the minute she knew that night was not just about barbeque.