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least she hadn’t smelled the shirt or rummaged through his drawers. She scooped up Betty, thinking she should shut the dog in the spare room and get out of here. She was doing just that when the phone started to ring. The answering machine picked up. She heard Will’s voice back in the bedroom.
    “Sara? If you’re there, please pick up.”
    She went back to his room and picked up the phone. “I was just about to leave.”
    His voice sounded tense. She could hear a baby crying in the background, people shouting. “I need you to come here right now. To Faith’s. Her mother’s house. It’s important.”
    Sara felt a rush of adrenaline sharpen her senses. “Is she all right?”
    “No,” he answered bluntly. “May I give you the address?”
    Without thinking, she opened the bedside drawer, assuming she’d find a piece of paper and pen. Instead, she saw a magazine like her father used to keep in the back of his toolbox in the garage.
    “Sara?”
    The drawer wouldn’t close. “Let me get something to write on. Hold on.”
    Will seemed to be the only person in America who didn’t have a cordless phone. Sara left the receiver on the bed, found some pen and paper on his desk, and came back. “All right.”
    Will waited for someone to stop shouting. He kept his voice low as he gave Sara the address. “It’s in Sherwood Forest, on the back side of Ansley. Do you know it?”
    Ansley was only five minutes away. “I can figure it out.”
    “Take my car. The keys are on a hook by the back door in the kitchen. Can you drive a stick?”
    “Yes.”
    “The news people are already here. Find the first cop you see, tell them you’re there at my request, and they’ll let you back. Don’t talk to anyone else. Okay?”
    “Okay.” She hung up the phone and pushed the bedside drawer shut with both hands. Betty was back on the pillow. Sara picked her up again. She started to leave, then thought better of it. Will was in shorts the last time she’d seen him. He’d probably want his jeans. She put his watch and wallet in the back pocket. There was no telling where he kept his gun, but Sara wasn’t going to go looking through his things any more than she already had.
    “Can I help you?”
    Sara felt a rush of horror burn through her body. Angie Trent was leaning against the bedroom door, palm resting casually against the jamb. Her dark, curly hair cascaded around her shoulders. Her makeup was perfect. Her nails were perfect. Her tight skirt and revealing top would’ve easily won her the cover shot on the magazine in Will’s drawer.
    “I-I—” Sara hadn’t stuttered since she was twelve.
    “We’ve met before, right? You work at the hospital.”
    “Yes.” Sara stood away from the bed. “Will got called out on an emergency. He asked me to bring your dog—”
    “ My dog?”
    Sara felt the vibrations of a growl building in Betty’s chest.
    Angie’s mouth twisted in distaste. “What happened to it?”
    “She was …” Sara felt like a fool just standing there. She tucked Will’s jeans under her arm. “I’ll put her in the spare room and go.”
    “Sure.” Angie was blocking the door. She took her time letting Sara pass, then followed Sara to the spare room, watched her put Betty on the dog bed and pull the door to.
    Sara started to leave out the front door, but then she remembered she needed Will’s keys. She fought to keep her voice from shaking. “He told me to bring his car.”
    Angie crossed her arms. Her ring finger was bare, but she had a silver band around her thumb. “Of course he did.”
    Sara went back into the kitchen. Her face was so red she was sweating. There was a duffel bag by the table that hadn’t been there before. Will’s car keys were hanging on a hook by the back door, just as he’d said. She grabbed them and went back into the den, aware that Angie stood in the hallway watching her every move. Sara walked as quickly as she could toward the front door, her heart in her throat,