I faxed him power of attorney. Stephen said hed help me find and fix up another place.
Whats wrong with Montana?
Jen
I know Quinns heart. Hes the right guy for you.
Youre reading too much into the situation.
Im not saying marry the guy tomorrow.
Thank you for that. Would you tell me something?
Sure.
Did you decide to believe because it mattered to Tom?
Honestly?
What was that?
Forgiveness.
The drunk driver who killed your parents.
Living with the bitterness for so long
I just wanted to be able to
Yeah.
It was the only reason I went to church initially because it was important to him. But I started listening, and after a while I found something there that I wanted for myself.
forgive and let it go so I could get on with my life. But I couldnt do it for myself. I found out that Jesus could do it for me, He could help me forgive.
You believed in Him because you needed Him.
I trust Marcus because I need to, but also because I know hes trustworthy. Which came first? Jen asked. Theres no easy answer, Lizzy. Jesus loves me. Hes helped me forgive a man I hate, helped me into remission with the cancer, worked out things with Tom to make me the happiest Ive ever been in my life. I believe in and love Jesus because He is who He is. Hes worth loving. Which came first? I dont know. Hes just perfect. And I know Him. Thats the most peaceful reality Ive ever had in my life.
I prayed for a family and He let adoption papers get ripped away,
Lisa whispered. Shed never told that to Jennifer before.
You ended up with the OMalleys, Jen finally said, tears choking her voice. And you make our family complete. Maybe He knew that.
Lisa closed her eyes. She wouldnt trade the OMalleys for anything.
Lizzy? Risk asking Jesus for your deepest need. Youll find out Hes sufficient.
Thats assuming Hes alive.
Youre not even protesting anymore that the Resurrections not possible. You already know Hes alive.
Her hand stole across her ribs to touch the scar. Maybe.
Lets go back to talking about Quinn.
Lisa heard the smile in Jens voice. Are you matchmaking?
Im married. You wouldnt believe how great it is. Tom is
What?
I look into his eyes and he lets me see all the way to his heart. He I always knew he was special, Lisa replied, having to talk past the trusts me to love him.
emotion that welled up at Jens description.
Hes going to take me over to the clinic tomorrow and let me be a doctor again for half a day.
Enjoy it, Jen.
Im going to beat this, the cancer. I know it.
I believe you.
No you dont, not yet, but thats okay. I understand why. Ive seen the lab work too. Im just telling you now so I can say I told you so later on.
Lisa had to laugh, and then she turned serious. Jen, if theres anything at all that I can do to helpI dont want anything to happen to you.
Ive got too much life to enjoy before Im ready to think about heaven. Would you be willing though to do me a favor?
If I can.
I want you to be able to believe. So whatever your doubts, face them, talk to Quinn if you need to, just dont push them aside for another day.
Why dont you ask me to do something easy?
Sometimes the best things are never easy, or simple.
Thinking about Quinn, Lisa had to agree. Its late your time. Id better let you go.
Will you call me tomorrow?
Sure. I want to hear how your patients like your new doctors chair.
My partners cringed when I moved it into the kids waiting room.
Its fabulous. Tom bought me a Polaroid camera so I can take pictures of kids in the chair to take with them.
Have Tom take one of you in the chair and send it to me. I can start a scrapbook with it.
Jen tried to keep her voice light but failed. Deal.
Jen Lisa found it hard to put the emotions into words. I love you.
I love you too. And youre making me bawl here.
Lisa wiped her eyes as they laughed together. Do you really think he wont mind the scars?
Does my husband seem to care that I dont have hair?
Point taken. Thank you.
I want to be your matron of honor.
Well shoot, Lisa joked. I kind of liked Kates idea of eloping.
Be really glad youre half a continent away at the moment.
He looks really good in a tux and boots.
Old Blue rolled over under her hand. She turned to glance down at him and froze. Quinn was leaning against the study doorjamb watching hercomfortable, boots crossed, smiling. He hadnt just arrived.
Jen, Ill call you tomorrow. She abruptly ended the conversation, hung up the phone, feeling heat rise across her face.
Quinn crossed the room and set the extra mug he carried down onto the end table. Your style of coffee. She started to sit up only to get sidetracked when he slid his hands under her ankles and sat down at the other end of the couch, her feet in his lap. Tux, huh?
She pulled a pillow over to cover her hot face.
Eavesdropping doesnt normally reveal such nice compliments.
He was laughing at her. Quit tickling my foot.
Honey?
Thats not my name.
Well change it for a while.
As long as I dont have to answer to it.
Im going to have to kiss you before long.
That is something you had to tell me.
Anticipation is half the enjoyment.
She lowered the pillow slightly because she just had to see his face.
He was smiling at her, he was gorgeous, and
Id prefer it if you His amusement turned serious and his hand rubbed her ankle.
I dont kiss all that great, she muttered. He was going to anticididnt.
Why not?
pate it and she would just disappoint him.
His expression turned tender
and just a bit too delighted for her comfort. Practice helps.
You really should have let me know you were there.
I know. He squeezed her ankle. Lizzy?
What?
She was right, you know, about the scars. I wont mind.
You should. Theyre ugly.
Ive got my own, unfortunately at about the same place too. I got gored by a bull back in my rodeo days.
She didnt say anything, couldnt.
I got hung up and came down in front of him. He caught me between the seventh and eighth ribs, tossed me across the ring, and then nearly hooked the rodeo clowns who risked their lives to distract him.
How bad?
I recovered. So will you.
She turned her foot in toward his ribs. About there? Shed guessed correctly. He was ticklish.
She was at a distinct disadvantage in the ensuing minutes. Uncle!
I give! She was going to split open from laughing so hard. He finally
You need some sleep first.
Later.
He accepted the mug. It was good to hear you laugh, Lizzy.
She smiled back at him. It felt good. Go.
relented and stopped tickling her feet.
She curled her toes. Wheres my sock? Shed lost it sometime during the preceding minutes.
He closed his hand around her toes, his hand warm and solid, leaned over to pick up the sock from the floor, then paused. Sorry, it looks like Ill have to buy you another pair.
She found the energy to raise her head from the arm of the couch.
That has got to taste horrible. Old Blue was having a good time taking the sock apart.
Quinn eased her feet aside so he could get up and rescue what was left of the sock before the dog made himself sick.
Lisa pushed herself to sit up, reached for the coffee mug he had brought her, and found it had cooled off. Warm up the coffee, and lets get to work.
I still think the water is significant.
Part of his signature?
Lisa absently nodded. She turned the page of the notepad, started thinking through another idea.
Amy. She drew a circle around the name, drew a link from that circle to Quinns dad, and marked it with a question mark. They still didnt know for certain if Amys disappearance the same day Quinns father was killed were connected.
Amy had known Rita.
Lisa wrote down Ritas name and circled it, then linked Amy and Rita. She could see them now in her mind. Two teens, sixteencamera; boy; and horse-crazy. Happy.
Amy missing; Rita dead.
The picture on the pad of paper was grim.
Grant had been convicted of killing Rita.
She added him to the page, hesitated, then dotted a line from Grant to Amy. We have to find some way to place Amy back in Chicago.
Its not there, Lizzy.
I think it is. We just dont know the right question to ask. She drew a circle around the name Marla. Connected it to the circle of her house fire because of the hummingbird noteand felt the focus click in.
Egan.
She wrote the name down and just stared at the page.
It fit, but why?
That fire had been an accident; Jack didnt miss arson.
No more glimmers of an idea appeared. She shifted her attention back to Grant. Christopher had worked parttime for Grant at the stable, had blackmailed payment from him to keep quiet about Grant and Rita being together that last day, had later testified at the trial. It was enough information for her to add Christophers name to the page and circle it.
She drew a line from Christopher to Grant, then drew another from Christopher to Rita. It was a moment of epiphany. Christopher had known Rita. It was obvious. Hed known who she was when he saw Grant and Rita together.
When had Christopher started to work for Grant? She scrambled to find the right file.
What?
Just a minute.
She finally found the answer on a note Lincoln had made during his background investigation. Christopher had started to work for Grant when he was seventeen, in . She was startled at that answer.
Hed been working for Grant at the stables when Rita had first begun to come around at the age of sixteen.
She looked at the date, then back at her picture. Her hand shaking Two teens, sixteencamera; boy; and horse-crazy. They would have It fit.
Christopher had been there the day Rita went missing.
He had known Rita when she was sixteen and he was eighteen.
Talk to me. Quinn had set aside his notes, was watching her.
Christopher knew Rita. He was working at Grants stables part-
The blackmail?
Why not frame Grant? Extort money to keep quiet about the fact
slightly, she drew a line from Christopher to Amy. If the girls had been hanging out at the stables, they would have certainly met a guy their own age working there.
been flirting with Christopher.
The picture spoke for itself. From Grant, lines to Rita and Amy.
From Christopher, lines to Rita and Amy. And Ritas body had been buried at the stable.
She felt a chill. Quinn, what if it was Christopher who killed Rita, not Grant? she whispered.
Rita had chosen to date Grant, not him. Christopher had a temper.
How many murders had she investigated over the years motivated precisely by that fact?
time when he was eighteen. He was there when Rita started coming around at age sixteen. He was there the day Rita disappeared. He had access to the site where she was buried. He had a temper. If he was jealous Rita had chosen Grant instead of him
Grant and Rita had been together that day. Bury Rita somewhere that would point to Grant. Testify at the trial and put Grant at the scene.
Christopher set him up.
She looked at Quinn as he thought it through. Lincoln poking into the trial past would have spooked Christopher, Quinn said quietly.
You said someone started following you while I was still in the
hospital. This could explain that too. When you started asking about Amy and Rita
Christopher is safe as long as no one comes forward to say he and Rita knew each other for years. If Lincoln or you discovered that Christopher had as much a motive for killing Rita as Grant did
Christopher knows where you live; he helped Walter plant the tree.
Would he be the type of guy that would set a fire?
I think so, Quinn replied grimly. The note. Go away. Someone is very desperate to see you stop probing into Ritas death
and the others.
We were thinking it would take a career like a builder for someone to cover the geographic area of the murders, be around long enough to learn their routines. Working for his uncle at Nakomi Nurseries, doing landscapingChristopher would have had that flexibility.
Lincoln has the records for the customers Nakomi Nurseries worked with in the Knolls Park area. If Christopher was in the area at the time Marla disappeared, we should be able to prove it.
Emily has been working to figure out Grants whereabouts on the days the women disappeared. Ask her to do the same for Christopher.
Quinn reached for the phone. Is there any way to connect Christopher to Amy? he asked as he dialed.
Lisa looked back at her page of circles. That two-week visit to Chicago.
She shifted around the boxes to find the pictures Amy had taken.
I need a picture of Christopher as a young man. She had met him in his late thirties at the trial, but she wasnt sure she would recognize him at age eighteen. Amy had liked to take pictures of friends, and there were several dozen people they had yet to identify in the pictures.
Quinn passed on the idea to Lincoln and they talked for a few minutes.
Quinn reached over and hung up the phone. Lincoln will find out where Christopher has been, check the Nakomi Nurseries
records.