“Actually, I'd feel better talking to her myself, you know, in case she has some questions or something.” He tried to sound tentative. “Do you think I could hook up with you guys somewhere and tag along?”

“Sure. Definitely. Hey, man, it'll be great to finally meet you. I can't wait to tell Lori. She'll be so excited.”

“I'm excited about meeting her, too.”

He'd picked a rest stop that was almost always deserted-“It'll be easier for us to find each other if there are fewer people around. Not so easy in a crowd.”-and had been delighted to find no one when he arrived. He parked at the back of the lot, near the trees, and waited. He set the stage-his car door open, his feet sticking out as if he was taking a nap. When he heard the car approach, his fingers closed around the handle of the gun he'd borrowed from the bottom drawer of his father's desk. Henry had appeared first, as he'd hoped. He couldn't have written the scene better if it had been for a movie.

“Hey, buddy, wake up.” Henry had grabbed his right foot and given it a friendly shake.

Had the flash from the barrel of the handgun even registered before the first round struck him in the chest? Had he heard the crack, understood what was happening?

Confused, Lori had seemed frozen, half in, half out of their car, as she watched her brother collapse like a balloon losing air.

“Henry?” Finally, she got out of the car and got a good look at the heap on the ground. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She probably hadn't even felt the crack to the back of her head with the butt end of the gun.

He tidily placed Henry in the Dumpster behind the restroom area, and Lori, still out cold, in the front seat of the car that would before long carry her to her destiny. Their long lost brother hesitated over the license plate of Henry's car. If he was going to remove it, he'd have to be fast. It was getting late and he could no longer count on no one needing the rest stop. He pulled on thin rubber gloves and removed the plate, then opened the glove box and took out the insurance card and the registration. He threw them into the trunk of his car along with the wallet he'd already lifted from Henry's back pocket, Henry's cell phone, Lori's handbag and laptop.

He closed up Henry's car and locked it before stripping off his gloves and tucking them under the front seat of his car.

“That oughta do it,” he said to Lori, who was just beginning to moan slightly as she started to come to.

He duct taped her wrists together and put a strip over her mouth, then strapped her in with the seat belt and closed and locked her door. Whistling, he got in behind the wheel and started the engine. Driving north, he thanked his lucky stars that he was having such a good day.

He opened the sunroof to let in light and fresh air, and turned on the radio just in time to hear the beginning of one of his favorite songs. Damn, but it was a fine day.

Lori stirred beside him, and he smiled. The day was about to get even better.

Where should I put her?” Nick turned in the doorway of Emme's hotel room, Chloe in his arms.

Emme gestured for him to follow her into the next room, then pointed to the far side of the bed.

“Thanks,” she whispered as he laid the child gently on the bed.

“I'll be out there.” Nick tilted his head in the direction of the small sitting room they'd first passed through.

She nodded and proceeded to remove Chloe's shoes. She lightly pulled the blanket up and tiptoed from the room.

“That was fast,” Nick said from his seat in the room's sole chair.

“There's no point in trying to undress her, it would only wake her. Though she's pretty well out right now.”

“She had a big day.”

“That's an understatement.” Emme sat on the edge of the small love seat, her knees touching his in the narrow space between the two pieces of furniture. “I don't know how to thank you for everything. You really didn't have to drive all the way back here. It's so far out of your way. I can't even offer you a cup of coffee. Though we could call room service.” She stole a peek at the clock on the television. “The kitchen stays open until ten. I usually call down for coffee around now.”

“I wasn't ready to say good-bye after the zoo, and I wasn't ready to say good night after dinner. And I didn't come for the coffee.”

Emme's eyes darted toward the sleeping area where her daughter lay.

“Relax.” He reached across the short span between them and took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I just meant after spending the day together, I wasn't ready to have it end. On the drive over here, I was trying to remember the last time I enjoyed a day more… other than maybe at a car show. But if you're tired…”

“No, no,” she said. The last thing she wanted right now would be for him to leave. She knew that much. What she didn't know was what she'd want if he stayed.

“Good.” He smiled. “Now that we've got that out of the way, let's take a look at what we learned today.”

“Right.” She nodded. “What we learned.” She cleared her throat. “Well, we learned that… not so much about the case.”

“I wasn't talking about the case.”

“Oh.” She shifted slightly on the love seat. He was still holding her hand. “Well, then. I guess I learned that Trula's picnics pack a better selection than the kiosks at the zoo, and that my daughter has an infinite capacity when it comes to learning the names of new animals.”

“And I learned that when you're with your daughter, you're a completely different woman. You drop your guard and you smile a lot more. Laugh a lot more, too,” Nick said. She opened her mouth to say something, but he continued. “But I understand that. I found myself smiling and laughing more than usual, too. It's hard not to when you have the opportunity to see the animal world through the eyes of a four-year-old.”

“I told you she'd talk you near to deafness.”

“What's that you say?” He cupped his ear with his hand like an old man who was hard of hearing, and laughed.

His laugh was sexy, low and deep in the back of his throat, and she wondered if she'd been trying to ignore that fact all day. Nah, she'd noticed. It would have been impossible not to.

“Chloe's very entertaining, and very smart, and very much fun to be around. She's lively and quick and doesn't miss a damned thing.” With both his hands holding hers, he tugged on them until their faces were less than a foot apart. “You've done a remarkable job with her. I'm sure it hasn't always been easy, raising her alone.”

“I haven't minded. I wouldn't trade a day with her-even the worst ones, and there have been some dicey times. Chloe slid face first into her terrible twos at about eighteen months and life was not so sweet there for a while. Fortunately, it passed in time for her to go to preschool.”

“She talked a lot today about school,” he recalled. “She must really like it.”

“It was so hard on her when we left California. It just killed me to take her away like that.” She bit back the words.

“Why did you?”

“I thought it would be better for her in the long run.” She repeated the story she'd given Mallory about the feuding factions in and around Silver Hill.

“Were you afraid her birth mother might change her mind and want to see her?”

“Her birth mother is dead.”

“How about her father?”

“He should be,” she snapped.

“Whoa, Emme.” His eyes narrowed at her outburst. “Tell me how you really feel.”

“Let's just say her birth father is not a good person, not a nice person. Not a man you would ever want your child to find out she was related to.”

“I think I stepped too close to the line,” he said. “I apologize.”

“It's okay, Nick.” For a moment, she was tempted to tell him the truth, but she forced that moment to pass. There was no point in spilling her secrets to him. The case she was working for him would end sooner or later, and he'd go back to his life and she'd get on with hers. There'd been times in her life when she'd regretted sharing a secret, but she couldn't recall a time when she'd been sorry she'd kept her mouth shut. “I don't dwell on it. Chloe and I came east because I had the opportunity to work for Robert Magellan. The Mercy Street Foundation is an exciting concept-not quite law enforcement, but…”