“Do you need a ride home?” I asked. “I could take you to Mom’s, if you want,” I added, although I couldn’t think how that would be helpful. “Or Carmen’s? Wherever you want to go.”

In my peripheral vision, I could see Mains still watching us.

“I don’t need a ride,” Mark snapped.

I jerked back, stung.

“I have work to do in my office. You can leave.”

“Hey,” I snapped back. “Don’t get pissed at me because—”

“I’m not pissed at you.” Mark, who usually hated that kind of vulgarity, said.

“Then don’t be such a—jerk. I’m here to help you. Mom called, and I—”

“Great, just what I need, my mommy and baby sissy to watch over me. Call Mom and tell her everything’s fine. Okay?”

“Why are you acting this way? Everything is not fine.” I stepped closer to him and lowered my voice so that Mains wouldn’t overhear. “What happened to Olivia? Did she meet you here?” I couldn’t hide the disbelief from my voice.

“Is it so hard to believe that Olivia would want to speak to me?” My brother’s voice cracked.

“No. Not at all.” I hastened to reassure him. I could deal much better with an angry Mark rather than a weepy Mark. “What happened?”

He dropped his head. The white-hot sunlight reflecting off his blond crown nearly blinded me. “I don’t know. She called my office last night and said that she’d meet me by the fountain in the morning. By the time I got here, she was already in the water. I pulled her out and called 911. She was bleeding. From her head I guess, but there was blood everywhere. I couldn’t remember CPR. I couldn’t do anything.”

“You called 911.” I tried to console him.

“Like that’s enough. If she dies—”

“She won’t die. Now, what time were you supposed to meet her?”

“Nine-thirty. I found her at nine-forty-five; I looked at my watch.” Tears banked on his lower eyelids.

The last remaining EMTs piled into the lone ambulance and exited Martin at a sedate speed. Mains had disappeared. I looked around and finally spotted him standing by Empowerment with a handful of cops.