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Kayla tried to tamp down her excitement as she hurriedly made her bank deposit. She wouldn’t have stopped at all if her mortgage payment wasn’t set to go out in three days. But Hayley was gracious about the errand, waiting in her car, and as soon as Kayla was done here, they’d be on their way to what Hayley called the Foxworth building.

After a friendly goodbye to the teller, who happened to be her neighbor’s niece, Kayla stuffed her deposit receipt into her purse as she groped for her keys and the fob that would unlock her car door. At the same time, she tried to shoulder the heavy glass door of the bank open.

The door suddenly swung open. “Hey, pretty lady,” a familiar voice said, “let me get that for you.”

She looked up into the face of Chad’s best friend.

“Hi, Troy.” Troy Reid gave her a wide smile as he held the door for her. “How are you?” she asked.

Troy had been part of the fabric of her life ever since they’d moved here and he and Chad had become fast friends. Her parents had both liked him, and she suspected they’d secretly hoped some of his charm and friendly manner—and his politeness with adults—would rub off on her brother.

He shrugged. “Things are pretty grim here. I’m thinking of leaving soon.”

Kayla felt a surge of empathy. “I understand.”

“I admire you, Kayla. It takes courage to stay in the place that has so many ugly memories.”

“I’m in a different house, different neighborhood. That helps. But this is home for me. You always wanted to get out of here.”

“And I did, for a while,” he said with a wry smile.

“Did I ever tell you how wonderful I thought it was that you came back to take care of your mom after your dad died?”

“Yes,” he said, then with a smile added, “but you could tell me again.”

“It was.”

She meant it. It wasn’t just guilt that made her say it; she hadn’t made it to Troy’s dad’s funeral. It had been less than a month after the murders, and she just hadn’t been able to face it. Troy understood, had been more than kind about it—something she’d always appreciated.

“But not wonderful enough to pry you away from Dane.”

She was sure, after all this time, the irritation in his voice was feigned. His laugh a split-second later proved it. And Dane was not a subject she wanted to discuss just now.

“So, you’ll be leaving again now?” she asked hurriedly. “Nothing really holding you, if you want to leave, I mean, with both your folks gone.”

Well, that was tactful, she thought. Teach her to dodge without thinking.

“And my best friend,” Troy said. “Don’t forget that.”

Kayla blinked. As if she could forget. But until it had come together like this, she hadn’t quite realized just how many losses Troy had suffered. As many, in fact, as she had, albeit not in such an ugly way.

“You know, I still don’t believe it,” he said. “I know what the police think, and he ran and all, but I still can’t believe Chad really did it.”

The words, from someone who knew Chad almost as well as she did, were balm to her battered spirit.

“Thank you,” she said fervently.

He studied her for a moment. Then, gently, he asked, “You still don’t believe it either, do you?”

“No. No, I don’t. Chad couldn’t. Wouldn’t.”

“I agree.” He sighed. “I’d have been trying to prove it myself, if it hadn’t been for my dad, then my mom getting sick.”

“I know you would,” she said.

“Are you still looking for him?”

She nodded. “And I have some help this time. Some people from the Foxworth Foundation.”

He blinked. “Who are they?”

“They specialize in helping people when no one else will. Especially with what they call lost causes.”

“Never heard of them. Are you sure they’re legit? I wouldn’t want you getting taken.”

You and Dane, she thought. “Thanks for worrying,” she said.

Troy reached out and touched her shoulder comfortingly. “If there’s anything I can do,” he said.

“They may want to talk to you, since you were Chad’s best friend.”

“Send them around. I’ll be happy to talk to them.”

“Thank you, Troy.”

She felt much better now, she thought when Troy had gotten into his car and gone. He had that knack. And knowing she wasn’t the only believer in Chad’s innocence helped.

If only Dane felt the same way.

“You really don’t know where your brother is?”

Kayla looked at the woman across the table from her. Hayley shook her head. “No. But Walker is just a born wanderer, I’m afraid. I know he loves me, and I love him, but he just has this need to see what’s over the next mountain. And eventually, he always calls.” She smiled then. “But now it feels like I have a ton of siblings. Everybody at Foxworth seems to think I need looking out for.”

Kayla couldn’t help smiling at her tone of mock grievance. “Is that good or bad?”

“Mostly good.”

“You don’t seem like you’d need a lot of protecting.”

“I don’t,” Hayley said. “But they love Quinn, and he loves me, therefore…”

She ended the simple yet moving statement with a wave of her hand.

“Nice,” Kayla said, trying to quash the now familiar ache that was always threatening to crush her, making it hard to breathe.

“Very. And unexpected.”

Hayley’s cell phone chirped the arrival of a text message. She excused herself to glance at it. Kayla guessed, from the way her mouth curved into a soft smile, that it was from Quinn.

Kayla glanced around, looking for distraction from the pain that was so close to the surface. She’d been surprised when Hayley had directed her so far out; in fact, she had begun to feel a little leery the farther they’d gone. She supposed that was why it was Hayley, because if she’d been riding with Quinn, she would have been a lot more nervous; for all his offering to help he was still a stranger.

At just the time she really began wondering if she’d made an awful mistake, they’d arrived here. They’d left the city limits of Redwood Cove and entered a more rural county area. The three-story green building was somewhat isolated in a clearing hidden by a thick stand of tall evergreens. The color blended with the trees, making it even harder to spot. There were no markings, not even a street number or name.

“Sometimes we make people unhappy with us,” Hayley had explained. “So the less obvious we are, the better.”

Off to one side was what looked to be a large warehouse, and on the far side of that, a flat concrete pad with markings painted on it, and an orange wind sock that had been barely stirring in the minimal breeze. A landing site for a helicopter.

“I would have thought you’d have an office in Seattle,” she had said.

“Quinn picked this one, and he’s not a city boy at heart,” Hayley had answered.

No trace of the city here, Kayla thought now as she sat at the large table. The windows here in the top-floor meeting room were large, giving a full view of the rest of the clearing, the trees that ringed it and the sky above. Which was blue today, a clear early-summer day that made the long gray days of winter seem worth it.

Something moved in one of the trees, a large maple amid the firs. Kayla leaned forward, curious, and her breath caught when she realized it was a bald eagle. No, two of them, she thought, a pair, looking as if they were snuggling together on the sturdy branch.

“And that,” Hayley said, “is one of the reasons Quinn set up on the third floor even though we’re only using half of the first and the second not at all. They come here often.”

That bit of information reassured her in a way nothing else could have; the idea of a man like Quinn choosing to situate his office up two flights of stairs just to watch birds—albeit glorious, magnificent birds—was somehow very comforting.

“Tell me about Dane.”

Kayla stopped breathing altogether for a moment as the pain she’d quelled for a moment rushed back. Was she that easy to read? Or was Hayley just that perceptive? Probably both, she thought.

“He’s obviously crazy about you,” Hayley said.

“He was.” Even Kayla could hear the ineffable sadness in her voice. Just the sound of it made her sadder still.

“And you?”

“I’ve loved him in one way or another since I was fourteen.”

Hayley simply waited. Kayla sighed.

“That’s when we moved here. I met Dane the next day. I climbed the tree between our houses and couldn’t get down.”

“So he is literally the boy next door?”

“He was then, yes. And he was…wonderful.”

She hesitated. She didn’t want to say anything that made them think badly of Chad, not when she was asking them to believe her and help prove him innocent, but she also couldn’t not give Dane his due. He might have given up on her, on them, but she couldn’t deny he’d stuck with her longer than anyone else would have, that he’d been there for her every step of the way until even his considerable patience ran out.

“He was like a brother at first,” she said. “Only nicer.” The subtext “compared to Chad” was there, and she guessed Hayley knew it, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud. Besides, didn’t all siblings abuse each other in that familial sort of way? “Dane laughed with me, not at me, for being a skinny, bookish girl with braces. He knew how it felt to be the odd one. You wouldn’t believe it now, but he was kind of a geeky-looking guy back then. People teased him, so he understood how I felt.”

“He certainly grew up nicely.”

She smiled. “Yes, he did. We kind of made a pact. To work on ourselves, but not to let them change who we were inside. We couldn’t change other people, but we could change ourselves, challenge the stereotypes.”

“That’s pretty deep.”

“That’s the kind of thing we talked about. We used to have long, esoteric conversations about the state of the world and how to fix it, what era of time we’d like to go back to and why, that kind of thing. Even though he was a couple of years older, Dane never treated me like a dumb kid who didn’t know anything.”

She missed those days, she thought. And wondered if Dane did, too—missed those long talks about everything but themselves because they were fine and destined for a long, happy life together.

“So, you set out to what, change what people assumed?”

Kayla nodded. “Dane started working out and found he actually liked it. Pretty soon he was so fit and strong nobody bullied him to his face anymore. He could throw a football better than any guy in school, but no matter how much they recruited him he wasn’t interested. That caught people’s attention. He never changed who he was. He was still into computers, but he was making that cool.”

“And you?”

“I swore I’d never be ashamed of being smart. Never try to hide it. I’d kind of started to do that because I thought the cool kids might like me better.”

“It’s been my experience,” Hayley said with a wry smile, “that most of the ‘cool kids’ are in fact anything but.”

Kayla laughed. “That’s what Dane said.”

“When did he stop being your surrogate brother?”

Kayla blushed. “I always had a crush on him. But he…well, I was just a kid. The difference between fourteen and sixteen is a lot bigger than sixteen and eighteen.”

“Is that when it changed?”

“Sort of. At least, it started to, and then…my parents were killed.”

“And Dane was there for you.”

Kayla nodded. “Every minute. He never left my side. He took care of things I couldn’t, did things I didn’t have the presence of mind to even think of.”

She fought off the memories, trying not to let them swamp her. It didn’t happen often anymore, but when it did, it was as fresh and vivid and horrible as if it had been yesterday.

She felt the warmth of a touch and realized Hayley had reached across the table to put her hand over hers.

“I can’t imagine.” Those vivid green eyes were fastened on her and full of warmth and concern. “That you’re even upright is a testament to your strength.”

“Dane used to think that,” Kayla said with a sad smile. “Now I’m afraid he just thinks I’m crazy.”

“Ten years is a long time.” Hayley’s voice was very even, and Kayla wondered how hard she was having to try to keep it that way.

“So I should give up on my brother?”

“I didn’t say that. You are between the proverbial rock and a hard place.”

“Chad has his flaws—I’m not blind—but he’s no killer. I can’t just quit on him. People say I should forget about it, but—”

“You can’t.”

“No.”

“That’s always irritated me,” Hayley said, as casually as if they were discussing the weather, “when people say forget about it, put it out of your mind. Like the memory is a physical thing you could grab and shove in a box and hide. You can’t. But you can reduce the time you spend on it, and the only thing that can do that is time.”

“Dane says quit feeding it.”

“Good way to put it. But it still takes time. You can not dwell on it, you can have other things ready to supplant it for when it pops into your mind, you can keep busy to distract yourself, but you have to do all that long enough that it recedes from the front of your mind. And you can’t when these notes keep coming.”

Kayla was so grateful Hayley seemed to understand that she felt her eyes begin to tear up.

“Thank you for understanding.” Something occurred to her, and as she looked at Hayley’s gentle smile—no wonder her Quinn adored her, she was wonderful—she decided to ask.

“You’ve been there, haven’t you?”

“Yes. My mom died last year, of cancer. And my father was a cop. He was killed in the line of duty when I was twelve.”

Kayla’s breath caught. “How awful.”

“That’s how I know forgetting’s not possible. Just like Quinn does.”

“He…lost someone, too?”

“He was younger than you were. Just a little guy. His parents were both on that airliner a terrorist brought down—bombed—over Scotland in 1988.”

Kayla gasped. “I remember my parents talking about that, on the anniversary of it, when I was little. They were horrified, all those innocent people. They thought it was one of the worst things that would ever happen.”

“I wish they’d been right,” Hayley said quietly.

The unmentioned memory, of the even more hideous attack that had happened thirteen years later hung between them for a moment.

“That was, in essence, the reason our foundation exists. When they turned the man who did it loose, the injustice of it, when those men in back rooms who had never suffered the loss made that decision, Quinn made one of his own.”

“And started the Foxworth Foundation?”

Hayley nodded. Kayla understood.

“September 11 was one of the reasons we moved here,” Kayla said. “My parents wanted to be out of the city. My mother couldn’t even bear to look at a skyscraper, and my dad would stare at every jet that flew overhead until it was out of sight.”

She stopped abruptly, the old, sad irony battering at her. She heard a bark from outside and wondered vaguely if it was Cutter.

“And two years later, they were dead anyway.”

Hayley’s words would have seemed cold, harsh even, had they not been spoken in such a gentle voice. And if they hadn’t been exactly the words Kayla had been thinking herself.

She tried to pull herself together. Everything seemed so much closer to the surface than it had been for a while. It was like that whenever a note came, but she had to admit this was more. Because this time she was dealing with it without Dane’s help, without his steadying presence, without his unwavering strength bolstering her.

“Yes. They were.”

“What happened to you? At sixteen, you were too young to be on your own,” Hayley said.

“My dad’s sister happened, bless her. She took me in until I went off to college. Aunt Fay never had kids of her own, couldn’t, but she loved me. She did her best, we got along great, she was fun and smart and the best thing that could have happened to me, under the circumstances.”

“Dane,” Hayley said.

“He was already in college by then. I—”

“No. I meant…” She gestured toward the door to the meeting room. Kayla turned.

He was here.