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put the kibosh on having another baby if she started dabbling with her psychic abilities again. There were some subjects too personal to share with Ian.
    “You won’t know until you tell him.” He sighed. “But, I’m intrigued. Tell me what you need.”
    Relieved Ian was willing to help her, she relaxed. “Once I find out the name of the victim—”
    “Alleged victim,” he reminded her.
    “Right. Once I find out her name, is there anyway CORE could search her phone records and bank and credit card statements? I think the alleged victim might have given up a child for adoption and tried to find her. I also think she’d kept that child secret from her family and was murdered over it.”
    “Interesting. Why?”
    She shrugged. “Money. The victim has two children. Splitting an inheritance fifty-fifty is one thing, but what if she had met the child she’d given up and decided to cut her into the inheritance? There goes the fifty-fifty split, which, to me, could be motivation to keep the woman’s secrets…secret.”
    “Money is always an excellent motive for murder.”
    “So, will you be able to do this for me?”
    “You know I can, but I’m not comfortable working behind my son-in-law’s back.”
    “You seemed fine with it yesterday.”
    “I know. But after I told Cami, she pointed out that nothing good would come from keeping Maxine or your visions from John. I think you should tell him, but I’ll keep quiet about it if that’s what you want.”
    He fell in love with you knowing you were psychic.
    Maxine’s words taunted her. While they were true, John had only been with her for a week before she’d repressed her psychic side. Other than the memories of the trances she’d experienced that week, he had no idea what it was like to live with a psychic. Especially one who the dead liked to use to tell their stories.
    “I’ll talk to John, but please don’t say anything to him until I let you know.” She looked at the clock on the dashboard. “I’m sitting in the parking lot outside of work. I better get going. Thanks for being willing to help and for introducing me to Maxine.”
    Once she was off the phone, she killed the ignition, then opened the door. Although she’d love to dig deeper into this…investigation, she had a business to run and a manager to hire.
    She paused outside of the bakery doors and wondered how she should approach John about Kelly’s mom. She couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure the woman was even murdered. While she wanted to tell John the truth, as her dad had pointed out yesterday, her husband liked his evidence.
    And visions, gut feelings or intuitions weren’t enough to convict anyone of murder.

Chapter 4

    CELESTE’S STOMACH TINGLED with anticipation when she heard the condo door open, then shut. Her husband had been gone since Sunday morning and she’d missed seeing him and having his strong arms wrapped around her when she slept. Despite the worry over whether or not to tell him about her visions, she was anxious to see him and find out how his trip had gone.
    “Daddy’s home,” she cooed to her daughter as she picked her up off the living room area rug.
    Olivia gave her a dimpled grin, then looked around the room. “Dada, dada,” she babbled, and squirmed in Celeste’s arms. She set her daughter down, then watched with pride as Olivia toddled across the floor, managing the obstacle course of large Lego blocks and stuffed animals with ease. “Dada, dada.” She walked around the corner, then squealed.
    “How’s Daddy’s girl?” John asked with a smacking smooch so loud that the sound carried into the living room.
    Olivia chattered in baby speak as John rounded the corner carrying her. He’d already shed his winter coat, and wore a black merino wool sweater that showed off his broad shoulders, muscular arms and trim waist. His dark-brown gaze snagged Celeste’s, then slowly inched its way down her body. “There’s Mommy,” he said, dropping his