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adjacent to the garbage dumpster. There’s nowhere for me to go.”
    “Where does he live?”
    Amy rattled off the address. “Or maybe he’s at his parents’ house. They live in Cherry Creek.” She rattled off another address.
    Sam scribbled them down on the motel notepad. “Does he work during the day?”
    “From home. He has a home office.”
    “Perfect. Take me to him.”
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “I can’t just come unannounced, pound on his door, and ask, ‘What did you do to my sister?’”
    “You most certainly can. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do because I’m not going to go near that man. He’ll call the police.”
    Sam cocked his head. “Why? This isn’t the Middle Ages. The police don’t drag wives home.”
    Amy looked away.
    “What did you do, Amy?”
    She waved her hand dismissively. “Nothing.”
    “What did you do?”
    “I stole money from our fire safe.” It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth. Amy knew full well Brent was going to pursue this illegal abortion nonsense. She simply did not have the emotional fortitude to explain the situation to Sam.
    “You stole money? To sneak away to this lovely paradise?”
    “To run away. In the middle of the night.”
    Sam frowned. “Why? Did he hurt you?” He moved closer to her and examined her face.
    “Just leave it.”
    “I can’t leave it, can I? I need to know if he is capable of hurting a woman. Would he…” Sam stopped himself short.
    “Would he kill her?” Amy proposed.
    Sam looked like a broken boy. She pictured the young man who dropped out of college for a decade before trying to start again.
    “CSI. That’s why you’re studying CSI. You want to solve the mystery no one else could.”
    “ Would he kill her, Amy?”
    “I’ve been wondering that myself,” she admitted.
    “Then why didn’t you tell anyone?”
    “I… I only just found this yearbook and… and the article. I didn’t even know there was an Emma Foster two weeks ago.”
    Sam paced the room, pulling his hand through his hair and mumbling. He looked up at the ceiling. “You told me she was okay.”
    Amy was about to respond to the curious remark when she realized he was chastising God. It seemed silly, and she was embarrassed for him.
    When Sam returned to Amy’s side, he knelt down on the floor and took her hands in his. “I don’t want to be insensitive, but I need to know how he hurt you. How… badly he hurt you. I need to know.”
    “He pushed me down the stairs. I don’t know that he is capable of murder, but he has a bad temper.” He murdered our baby! Amy tried to chase away the images forming in her head.
    “A bad temper, huh? Very euphemistic.”
    Amy sighed. “So you understand? Why I can’t go?”
    “No, actually,” Sam said. “You’re coming. It’ll be good for you.”
    “Seriously?”
    Sam gazed at her, his eyes intense and determined. “Amy, what are the odds you and I would run into one another by happenstance? Two random strangers in a bar? One of them searching for his sister. The other one in possession of a yearbook containing her handwriting. It’s Twilight Zone crazy. The only explanation is that it’s meant to be.”
    “Meant to be?”
    “Exactly. No other explanation.” He crossed to the dresser and rattled through the drawers. He turned to her in exasperation. “Are these things you’re wearing, this shirt you vomited on, the only clothing you own?”
    Amy examined herself. Raksha’s beautiful silk shirt was now streaked with stains. Her filthy sweat suit was in her locker at Banhi’s Grill. She didn’t have anything else.
    “I was running away. I didn’t have time to pack a wardrobe.”
    Sam looked at her thoughtfully. “Write down your sizes and I’ll run to the store, get you a couple of things.”
    “No—”
    “At least a clean T-shirt, for goodness’ sake.”
    Amy looked down. She’d been embarrassed to ask Raksha for anything else, and she hadn’t had time to