Trumped Up Charges. Joanna Wayne

it.”

      “Everyone who has a key to this house is a person of interest, Ms. O’Sullivan. Everyone.”

      “That’s ridiculous. Matilda has babysat the girls since they were only a few months old. She’d never hurt them. She loves them.”

      “I hope you’re right, but I can’t afford that kind of trust in this case and frankly, neither can you.”

      Adam agreed, though he didn’t comment.

      “That’s enough questions for now,” Lane said. “I need to check on a few things with headquarters. Why don’t you and Adam go have that coffee?”

      “What if my phone rings and I don’t know the caller?”

      “Don’t answer it without finding me first so I can listen in. I’ll be in my car.”

      She nodded her agreement.

      Lane stood and left the room, leaving Adam and Hadley alone. Awkward tension swelled, almost as tangible a presence as the detective had been.

      Adam struggled to think of the right thing to say and do. He’d take action over dealing with emotions any day.

      Finally, Hadley broke the stalemate. She squared her shoulders and turned to face him. “I didn’t expect to ever see you again.”

      “I kind of figured the same.”

      “So why did you come?”

      Good question, and he wasn’t even sure he knew the real answer. “I knew you’d be devastated and desperate,” he said, settling on an obvious truth. “I’d really like to help if I can, but if my being here makes it worse, I’ll leave.”

      Hadley stared at the floor for long seconds, her arms hugged tightly about her chest, before she finally looked up and met his gaze. “I’m not sure what I want, Adam. I’m not sure of anything right now.”

      “It’s still your call.”

      “Let’s discuss it over coffee.”

      It wasn’t the warmest welcome he’d ever received, but he could work with it. There was no time to waste. Every second the girls were missing made it less likely they’d be found alive. Hadley wasn’t stupid. Deep down, she had to know that as well.

      The clock was ticking. The cops had their way of doing things. Adam had his, honed through his years of active duty when he’d learned not to trust anyone except his fellow marines and to always have a plan of action.

      And right now, he had no plan.

      * * *

      HADLEY WATCHED AS ADAM picked up a framed photo in the room the girls had shared last night.

      “This has to be the twins,” he commented.

      A knot formed in her throat as she nodded.

      “Which is which?”

      “The one on the right holding her doll by the hair is Lila.”

      “I don’t see how you tell them apart.”

      “Some people can’t, but it’s easy for me. There are lots of subtle differences. Lila’s hair is curlier and her cheeks are fuller. And she carries that wiry-headed doll everywhere she goes. Lacy has a scar just below her right ear where she fell on a rock while chasing a squirrel when she was first learning to walk. She’s the daring one. And her eyes are the most remarkable shade of blue-green I’ve ever seen.”

      “Like yours. Both girls definitely take after you.”

      “That’s what everyone says.”

      And yet she saw their father whenever she looked at them. In any other situation she would have never let Adam back into her life. But the thought of being in this house alone when the detective left was unbearable.

      Even with Adam beside her, just being in this room was difficult. Her insides were in such upheaval, she could barely function. Adam, on the other hand, seemed totally focused. As soon as she’d started the coffee, he’d asked to see this room.

      He’d examined the window from top to bottom first and then stared at each bed as if he thought it would cough up images of what had occurred here last night.

      He returned the picture to the shelf and stooped to get a closer look at a stain on the carpet.

      “Was this here before?”

      “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Why?”

      “I noticed a similar one on the hall carpet. Seems kind of odd since the rest of the carpet is spotless.”

      “Mother is fastidious. She usually has the carpet cleaned professionally as soon as we leave. Not that she doesn’t love having us here, dirt and all.”

      Adam continued to study the stain. “This doesn’t look like dirt.”

      “What do you think it is?”

      “Could be oil that someone smeared in an attempt for a fast cleanup.”

      “That looks too dark to be oil and I know no one’s been cooking in here.”

      “Haven’t been working on cars, either, I’d guess, though this looks like the kind of stain you’d find on a garage floor.”

      “Do you think the stain was left by the abductor?”

      “Could be.”

      “Hard to believe he was brazen enough to stick around long enough to clean up a stain from his shoes.”

      “Only if he thought it would incriminate him,” Adam agreed.

      “More likely the cops or CSI guys checking for fingerprints tracked it in,” Hadley said.

      “Hopefully they found lots of usable prints,” Adam said, changing the subject. “If they did, they could have the kidnapper in custody and the girls safely in hand before the sun goes down.”

      Hadley didn’t know if Adam actually believed that or was only trying to calm her. She believed it. She had to. It was all she had to hold on to.

      “I’m sure the coffee is ready,” she said.

      “Go ahead and get yours. I’ll join you in a few minutes. I’d like to look around outside first.”

      Hadley led the way. As it turned out there was not one, but two more stains similar to the one in the bedroom. They didn’t look like fresh stains to Hadley, but as Adam pointed out, that could be the result of someone trying to hastily remove them and failing at the task. She’d talk to Detective Lane and ask if he’d tested the stains.

      The kitchen door opened onto a covered deck. When they reached it, Hadley turned the dead bolt and then the key.

      Adam took a second look at the dead bolt. “Is there any way the girls could have unlocked the door themselves and wandered outside?”

      “No, though they’re smart and adventurous enough to try it, especially Lacy. When they’re here we keep the doors locked and the keys out of reach. We keep this key in the salt keeper.” Hadley pointed to the antique container resting on an open display shelf near the door.

      “Good plan. And the key was still there this morning when the girls went missing?”

      “All the keys were out of reach and all the doors were still locked, as were all the windows. That’s why I was so certain they must be hiding in the house.”

      “How many doors are there?”

      “Three. One opens to the garage through the laundry room. The abductor definitely didn’t come in that way. I know I would have woken had the garage door opened.”

      “Did the house show signs of being burglarized?”

      “No. Nothing was out of place, not even in the room where