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Jameson’s house for now.
    “That’s a little harsh,” Elliott said sharply from beside him. “She’s grieving, too. I thought I knew you, David. I guess I was wrong.” Elliott pushed to his feet and left.
    David sighed. “No, you don’t,” he whispered. “No one does, not anymore.” He leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands. He deserved that and every horrid thought Elliott had about him right now.
    “Is this all worth it?”
    David glanced up at the tall blond man standing there. “Adam.”
    Adam eased into the chair beside him. “Well, is it?”
    David shrugged. “I don’t know anymore. I know it’s Saturday tomorrow, but I’m going to need you in the morning. Sgt. Holmes wants me down the station at eleven or he’s going to arrest me. He threatened to do it here in front of everyone otherwise.”
    “In connection with what?”
    “Murder this time. And before you ask, no, I didn’t do it. But apparently he has a witness who can put my car there at the time.”
    Adam rolled his eyes. “You’re in too deep, David.”
    “I have no choice. Not anymore. I have to see this through.”
    “At what cost?”
    “I’ve already lost everything I ever cared about. Family, friends…Marc, Eden.”
    “Not quite everyone,” Adam told him. “But you’re doing a pretty good job, there. Just be careful you don’t end up losing your faith or your life.”
    ****
    Eden dished up dinner, just as the football results finished. David had been gone all day, and was late back again. She took her plate into the lounge. Marc lay on the floor, playing happily and doing his best to roll over again. The vase of fresh daffodils sat on the table. David had put them on the window sill as usual, but she’d moved them to where she could see them.
    She curled up on the sofa and looked down at the baby. “You know, your Uncle David is a very confusing person. He cares enough to buy these flowers every couple of days, but doesn’t like me and never eats anything I cook. Well, I assume they’re for me to enjoy.”
    Eden changed the channel to a quiz show. She ate as she watched, almost jumping out of her skin as the front door opened and then shut.
    David walked into the room, carrying a takeout bag. His gaze fell on her. “Oh, you’re back. What happened to staying with your mum and dad?”
    “Mum isn’t taking this well. She and Dad have gone away for the weekend, so I figured I’d come home. No point staying in an empty house.”
    David growled, looking even more disapproving. “I told you to stay there for a reason.”
    Eden sighed. Couldn’t she do anything right anymore? “I saved you some dinner. It’s in the kitchen.”
    “I don’t need it. I have this.” He put the bag on the table, scowling as he caught sight of the vase. “And these go on the window sill.”
    “Why?” Eden watched him move it. “It’s a waste because I can’t see them over there.”
    “It doesn’t matter why. That’s where they go.”
    “OK.” She tensed slightly at his tone.
    He crossed the room again, taking the plastic box from the carrier bag. “And you’ll need to make your own way to church tomorrow. I have to go somewhere en route. Preferably alone.”
    “I can wait in the car…”
    “Which part of alone don’t you understand?”
    “Are you working on a Sunday, again?”
    “That’s no concern of yours. There’s a bus timetable on the pin board in the kitchen.”
    “What happened to you? All you think of is yourself. Thank you for dumping me. Really. I’ll ring Elliott and ask him to pick me and Marc up.”
    “Marc and I,” David corrected as he dug his fork into the noodle dish in his hand.
    “Whatever.” Eden picked up Marc. “I’ll just give him his bath.” She hurried from the room.
    “Don’t do the feeds,” David called after her. “I’ll do them later.”
    “Fine.”
    She sucked in a deep, calming breath. God, I really hope You know what You’re