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pressed his hand over his mouth to keep from crying out loud.
    Their boots pounded harder. They were coming toward him.
    He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing hard not to let the tears fall. Then one of them jerked the blanket off his head.
    “Say
hi
to your mother, kid,” Snake man said.
    Sam couldn’t help it. A tear slid down his cheek. Then the big man snapped a picture of him with his phone.
    A second later, he tossed the blanket back to him, then stalked across the room. The big man’s words echoed in his head.
    They were calling his mommy. Maybe she’d come and get him.
    But they said something else. They were going to dump him when they got what they wanted. Would he ever see his mommy again?

Chapter Seven
    Willow couldn’t take her eyes off Doris.
    Leo had been involved with
this
woman?
    Doris was the complete opposite of her. Everything from her low-cut top to those red high-heel boots screamed that she liked the wilder side of life.
    She’d considered the fact that during their marriage Leo had cheated on her. He was a womanizer and liked to flirt. And he’d lost interest in her early on, almost as soon as they’d exchanged vows.
    But now she realized he and Doris had rolled in the hay while Willow had wondered what was wrong with her, if she didn’t possess enough sex appeal to please him.
    She certainly hadn’t had enough to keep Brett in town. He’d wanted other women, too.
    But Doris said Willow had been a tool to make Leo look good. For what reason?
    Who had he wanted to impress?
    And if Doris had killed Leo, why had she admitted that she knew
her
?
    “Can we come inside for a minute?” Willow asked. “I need to use your restroom.” What she really needed was to know if Sam was inside the house.
    Doris glared at her, but waved them inside the foyer. “First door on the left.”
    Willow hurried down the hall, but she did a quick visual as she passed the small living room. Basic furniture, hair and makeup magazines on the oak coffee table, but no toys or children’s books.
    She ducked in the bathroom and closed the door, then checked the closet and cabinet. Sam wasn’t hidden inside, and there were no kids’ toothpaste or toys. She flushed the toilet, so as not to draw suspicion, then ran some water in the sink. When she finished, she slipped out and peered into the kitchen. Doris was handing Brett a cup of coffee.
    She tiptoed down the hall to the bedrooms. One on the left that looked ostentatious with a hot-pink satin comforter, a silk robe tossed across a chaise and a door that probably led to a master bath. She veered into the second bedroom, which was filled with junk. Boxes of items Doris had obviously ordered online. She didn’t see any signs of Sam or a child anywhere, though. She checked the closet and found more boxes stacked, many of them unopened. Many from expensive department stores.
    How does the woman support her shopping habit?
    Brett’s voice echoed as she made her way back to him.
    “Where were you yesterday, Doris?” Brett asked.
    Doris tapped cigarette ashes into a coffee cup she held in her hand. “I was out. Why you want to know?”
    “Out where?” Brett asked.
    “Honey, you sound like a cop, not a cowboy”
    Doris batted her lashes at Brett and traced a finger along his collar. Willow bit her lip. Surely Brett wouldn’t be attracted to Doris like Leo had...
    Brett winked at her, irking Willow even more. “Just indulge me, Doris,” Brett said smoothly. “Were you with Leo?”
    Anger flickered in the woman’s eyes for a brief second. “No. I had to pull a double shift at Hoochies.”
    Willow inhaled to stem a reaction. Hoochies was a well-known bar where the waitresses offered dessert on the side.
    “I suppose someone at Hoochies can verify that,” Brett said.
    Doris jerked her hand back. “You said that like I need a damn alibi.”
    Willow couldn’t resist. She didn’t like the fact that Leo cheated on her with this woman or that she’d touched