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area a year before Robyn’s accident. Robert and his wife had a son, Trace, and Robyn had been crazy about the child. The last time Adam had seen Robert and his wife, Isabel, had been at the funeral.
    “Yes,” John said, his eyes focused on the street ahead of them. “He said he needs to talk to Robert, and he’s got some Christmas gifts for Trace, and he wanted to give them to him personally.”
    That was all well and good, except that Jack had called John to let him know what he was going to do. Not his family. “Why did he call you?” he asked.
    “Didn’t say, but my guess is he didn’t want an argument.”
    That made sense after last night. He exhaled and looked out at the passing stores and homes. “Maybe it will help for him to be there,” he said, more to himself than to John.
    As John replied, “Exactly,” Adam’s attention was distracted when he spotted a blue car parked about a half block ahead of them. He sat up a bit, then sank back when the plate was in state and not from Illinois. “Problem?” John asked, following his line of sight.
    “No, no problem,” Adam said. “Just saw a car I thought I recognized.” They were passing the hospital and the Family Center next to it, a place that offered help to local children who had special learning or physical needs. But there were no more cars that looked familiar.
    “That car you stopped on our way here?” Adam asked.
    “What about it?”
    “The lady in it?”
    John just nodded.
    “What was her name?”
    John frowned, scratched his chin for a second. “Faith Arden, I think. Why?”
    “Address?”
    John frowned again. “Why?”
    “No reason,” he muttered as he adjusted his Stetson.
    “Don’t remember beyond Illinois,” John said.
    He almost made a sarcastic comment, but kept it to himself. It wasn’t John’s fault that the woman was an enigma. It was a fact of life that people often didn’t come into your life at the right time. Faith had come into his life abruptly and left just as quickly. It obviously wasn’t the right time for her and him. And that was life.

CHAPTER FIVE
    F AITH GOT HER THINGS back from Dent soon after he’d taken her car, but two days later she was still stuck in Wolf Lake. She’d been able get the same room at the inn from an obliging Mallory, and she was thankful for it. It was quiet and peaceful, so much so that Faith was consistently sleeping through the night, despite the state of her broken-down car.
    Dent was really struggling to figure out why her wiring shorted out and burned through most of the connections. But he was methodically trying to redo the wiring and fix the other problems it had caused.
    Still, she was thankful that she had no nightmares to remember, no waking up early, and less and less of that sense of dread that she’d known since leaving Chicago. She stayed in her room most of the time, reading newspapers, watching TV or going through the files. She left for food and for newspapers, and went right back. So far, it had been working out perfectly for her. She hadn’t seen Adam again, which she knew she should be grateful for, and she was barely being noticed by the locals. As soon as her car was working again, she’d leave, but until then, she was starting to feel almost safe. She hadn’t made the news as anything other than a modifier, as in “the daughter of...”
    In jeans, a loose white shirt, her boots, and holding her jacket and wallet, she left for her usual morning coffee and newspapers. When she got back to the inn, Mallory would be there, as she had been the other mornings, and she’d scold Faith for not making use of her continental breakfast. They’d sit and chat a bit before Faith headed back up to her room. They were surprisingly comfortable conversations, pleasant breaks for Faith before she returned to her solitude.
    She’d learned quite a bit about Mallory. That they were a year apart in age, Mallory being older, that Mallory had been married but was widowed two