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was still  occasional screaming on Rock Springs Boulevard when he  was out—especially from a neighbor who had a tendency to drink a few too many beers in the evening.
    With an odd personality that was more canine than  feline, Irving held a strong resentment toward the human  male that was taking up so much of his female human’s time. Since moving into their new home, Irving had tolerated Joshua. Granted, the three-story home with a rolling front and backyard with lots of things to explore and a dog who had become good buddies with the cat was nice, but it wasn’t enough to compensate for stealing his mistress’ attention.
    “Anybody hungry?” Donny asked. “You must be since you didn’t get to the picnic. After what you’ve been through, don’t worry. I’ll take care of dinner.”
    “I’m too tired to eat,” Cameron said.
    “What are you going to make?” Joshua asked his son with a knowing smile. Donny only cooked two things: hot dogs and microwave French bread pizza.
    “I was going to order pizza to be delivered,” Donny answered.
    “I don’t want any.” Cameron was already on her way up the stairs with Irving in her arms. “I’m going to take a hot bath and go to bed.”
    “Sounds like a plan to me,” Joshua replied.
    “Dad …” Donny stopped him before he could follow Cameron up the stairs. He held out his hand. “Credit card for the pizza?”
    “Didn’t you get enough to eat at the picnic?” Joshua took his wallet out of his pocket.
    “That was four hours ago,” Donny said.
    “So this is not about getting dinner for us, but about you.” Joshua slapped the credit card into his palm.
    At the same time, the phone rang.
    “I’ll call them, place the order, and answer the door when they come. What do you want on it?” Donny checked the caller ID. “It’s Tracy.” Without bothering to connect the call, he held out the ringing phone to his father. “I’ll go call from my cell.” He raced up the stairs to his bedroom.
    Taking the phone, Joshua pressed the button to connect with his older daughter. “Hey, Tracy.”
    “Dad, is it true?” she responded in a breathless voice.
    “Is what true?” Climbing the stairs to the master suite, Joshua tried to piece together what would have his daughter so anxious that she would be calling him from New York. Is something happening with one of the kids that I’ve missed? Something I’ve neglected to stay on top of since meeting Cameron?
    The churning in his gut told him that he was not as focused on his children as he used to be, and should be, since falling in love a second time around. In rationalizing the situation, he told himself that with four of them living away from home and having their own lives, the last thing they wanted was Dad sticking his nose into their business.
    “Hunter’s father,” Tracy replied to him. “Someone sent me a text that they found Hunter’s dad at the bottom of the lake in Tomlinson Run. Did they really? Is it him? Was he murdered, or was it an accident?”
    Joshua opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. He could hear the water running in the claw-footed tub in the bathroom. Sitting on the bed, Cameron had stripped down to her black lace bra and panties. She looked exhausted.
    “First,” he replied to Tracy, “Tad has to compare the  dental records to make a positive ID. Then he will need to examine the body to see how he died. Third, forensics has to examine the cruiser and scene to determine if it was a car  accident or murder.”
    “What do you think?”
    “I don’t think anything until I get all the pieces—”
    “I’m not the media, Dad,” Tracy said. “I’m your daughter, and Hunter is my friend. What do you think?”
    “Based on the conversation we had …”
    “I’m coming home,” Tracy said.
    “Honey, you don’t have to come home.” Joshua noticed Cameron’s head jerk up to look at him. “There’s nothing that you can do. You have your internship …”
    “I