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Chapter Two

Two days later, Jennifer stared down at a body in her parents’ master bathroom, biting back a scream. She started to edge away, then realized the victim might be alive in spite of the large knife protruding from his chest. She had to check.

Jen reached out to touch his wrist, feeling for a pulse. None. But his skin was still warm. Slowly, she backed through the door and fumbled for her cell phone. She snagged it from the rear pocket of her denim shorts. Her fingers shook so hard she had trouble dialing 911.

She stopped.

Trevor. He would know what to do. For the first time this weekend, she was glad she’d brought him. Could this man be part of the illegal baby ring that Trevor was trying to bring down?

Swallowing her panic, Jennifer hurled herself down the hall and slammed into a hard chest. Trevor ginned at her. “Hey, sweetheart, I wondered where you’d gone.”

“There’s a dead body in the bathroom,” she blurted. Hysteria welled.

Trevor blinked, all sign of teasing erased from his face. “What?” He pushed past her and strode into the master bath. He stepped back and ran a hand down his face. “Okay, this wasn’t in the plan.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Call the cops.”

“You are the cops.”

“Shh!” He glanced around. “I’m undercover,” he hissed. “I’d like to keep it that way.”

“My family knows what you do for a living, Trevor.”

“But they don’t know that I’m here in that capacity. We dated in high school and then again a couple of years ago. They’re used to our on-again off-again relationship.”

Her family might be, but her heart wasn’t. It broke every time he said goodbye. Or just disappeared from her life, like he had the last time.

Trevor reached for his phone, and his calm, cool attitude helped steady her own pounding pulse. He made the report and gripped her arm. “The cops are on the way as well as the Medical Examiner and a crime-scene unit. Go tell your parents what’s going on and I’ll wait for the others to get here.”

Jen nodded then slipped around Trevor. She checked in on little one-week-old Christopher who still slept soundly in the middle of her parents’ king-size bed. The bathroom and the bedroom weren’t connected, so with the door shut, he probably hadn’t heard a thing. Outside, she headed down the grassy slope to the edge of the lake where her family had gathered to swim and water ski.

The annual family reunion. Every year, there seemed to be some new kind of drama with one of her family members. She had to say, a murder topped the list for intensity. Hysteria threatened to overtake her again, and she had to stop to catch her breath. She was a nurse. She could deal with this. She’d seen dead bodies before. It had just never hit so close to home.

Oh God, help me not to fall apart.