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darted a glance at him. “Did he ever tell you about his nightmares?”

      He hadn’t. “We all have bad dreams at one time or another.” Jack hadn’t gone to Vietnam himself, but he knew plenty of men who had. Nightmares weren’t uncommon for a man who’d been to war.

      “Twice now…” She sighed. “Sometimes, through the years, Bob’s sleepwalked.”

      Jack leaned forward. “Surely you don’t think he had anything to do with your guest’s death?”

      “Oh, no.” Her eyes widened in horror. “It’s impossible! The bedroom door was locked from the inside.”

      But Jack knew they had a key, so that wasn’t a viable excuse.

      “And there wasn’t a scratch on him.”

      Jack nodded. That was true.

      “Besides, you know Bob. He can barely swat a fly. It just isn’t in him to purposely hurt anyone or anything.”

      Peggy was right. “Then why do you want Bob to talk to a private investigator?”

      “I just want Bob to talk, I guess. It doesn’t matter to whom. After I saw how upset he was over Dan’s death, coupled with the recurring nightmares—well, I just think it would do him good to get it off his chest. He’s always so afraid that he might start walking in his sleep again.”

      Jack could appreciate her concern. “Do you want me to say anything to him?”

      She shook her head. “It might do more harm than good. If he thinks I’ve been talking about him—even with you—he’d just get upset.”

      Jack noticed the way she clenched and unclenched her hands, and he realized that Peggy was afraid. Even though she’d denied it, she was afraid her husband might have had something to do with the stranger’s death.

      Was that possible? Could Bob be involved?

      Five

      Sunday afternoon, the day Katie turned one month old, Maryellen paced the living room floor, holding her daughter against her chest. The doorbell chimed and she froze. Jon had come for Katie, to take her home for the night. This was the first time since she’d been born that Maryellen had to surrender her to Jon. Until today, he’d visited almost daily, usually staying only an awkward few minutes. Now he’d be taking her on his rotation days off, returning the next afternoon. Already she knew that abiding by their agreement wasn’t going to be easy.

      Reluctantly, she set Katie back in her bassinet and opened the front door. Jon stood on the other side of the screen, dressed casually in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. His long dark hair was pulled away from his face and tied in a ponytail.

      “Hi,” he said. “You look great—both of you.”

      “Jon.” Despite her resolve not to be emotional, her voice trembled.

      If he noticed her distress, he ignored it. “Is Katie ready?”

      Maryellen swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. She held the door open for him. “I’ve packed everything you’ll need.” She reached for the diaper bag and pulled out a container of breast milk she’d pumped and several empty bottles. “She only takes about three ounces, sometimes four, at a time. You’ll probably have to get up twice during the night, and she isn’t all that accustomed to the bottle, so I don’t know how she’ll do.” She swallowed again, trying to hide her reservations. “You will hear her if she cries, won’t you?”

      “I’m a light sleeper.”

      That wasn’t the way Maryellen remembered it. On their one night together she’d managed to gather her clothes and sneak halfway down the stairs before he noticed she was gone.

      “I put three extra outfits in her diaper bag in case she needs a change—and extra diapers, too.”

      “All right.” He walked over to the bassinet, which she’d brought into the living room this morning. “Hey, I didn’t know they still had these.”

      “It was mine,” Maryellen told him. “Mom saved it and then gave it to Kelly when she had Tyler. Kelly passed it along to me for Katie.”

      Jon smiled down at his daughter; the infant seemed to smile back and started moving both arms. Jon placed his hand over her tiny stomach.

      “She likes her yellow blanket best….” Maryellen said. “My mom knit it for her and I think she sleeps better with it.” She was rambling, but she couldn’t help herself.

      “I’ll be sure the blanket is always with her.”

      “You’ll need a car seat. State law demands that—”

      “I already have one.”

      Not once had his gaze wavered from their daughter, and Maryellen saw him make silly faces at her. The tenderness in his eyes made her want to weep.

      “She tends to be fussy first thing in the morning,” she told him, and bit her lip to keep it from trembling.

      “She must get that from you,” Jon said, briefly glancing toward her. “As I recall, you’re not much of a morning person, either.”

      Apparently he was reminding her of their night together. Maryellen immediately wanted to defend herself, but she was afraid that if she said one more word, she’d burst into tears. His having Katie had sounded like a reasonable solution a couple of months ago. Katie was Jon’s daughter, and it was his legal right to spend time with her. But Maryellen hadn’t realized when she’d agreed to this how bereft she’d feel. How lost and unsettled…

      Jon carefully bent down and scooped his daughter into his arms. It was all Maryellen could do not to rush forward at the clumsy way he handled their baby. Sheer determination kept her where she was. Jon wouldn’t appreciate her intervention.

      “I’ll take her out and put her in the car seat,” he said.

      Rather than respond verbally, Maryellen nodded. She followed closely behind, carrying the diaper bag. While Jon fiddled with the car seat, she waited anxiously to be sure he had Katie properly secured.

      “What time will you have her back?” she asked, although she already knew.

      “Before five.”

      Twenty-four hours.

      Jon closed the back door.

      “You’ll phone if you need anything?”

      He walked around the vehicle, a brand-new sedan, and opened the driver’s side door. “Of course. I have your number next to the phone.”

      “Okay…good.” Maryellen clung to the top of the door while he climbed inside and inserted the key in the ignition. The warning bell instantly started to chime. Reluctantly she stepped back and Jon pulled the door shut.

      “Everything will be fine,” he assured her through the half-open window.

      “I know…it’s just that we’ve never been apart before.”

      Jon’s eyes went blank as he looked past her. “You’re the one who wanted it like this. I’m only going along with your wishes.”

      Her wishes, she longed to remind him, had been to keep him entirely in the dark about their daughter. She hadn’t originally planned to involve him because she’d believed Jon wouldn’t want anything to do with their child. But she’d been wrong.

      Tears blurred her vision. Normally Maryellen wasn’t a volatile or weepy person, but the pregnancy and birth had thrown her hormones off-kilter. At the slightest excuse—a television ad, watching her beautiful daughter sleep, even folding baby clothes—Maryellen would find herself on the verge of tears.

      Jon was about to drive away from the curb when he glanced at her and stopped. “Are you all right?”

      She nodded forcefully and hurriedly wiped a stray tear