here were questions, more and more questions. The FBI wouldn't be called in, the sheriff said, until all of the facts had been gathered and assessed, and they matched the story Elizabeth and Zach had told him.

But the body had been excavated from beneath the house and found to be that of a child, as they had believed. A sample of DNA had been taken from Paula Whitt Simmons. Now they waited for the lab to compare it with the sample that had been taken from the remains of the child. Unfortunately, the way the labs were backed up, it could take weeks, even months before the results came back.

In a twist Elizabeth hadn't expected, Sheriff Morgan had decided to have the coroner bring in an infrared camera for a more thorough search of the area beneath the house.

"We know the Martinezes killed a child in Fresno," Bill Morgan said. "If they murdered the victim you found under the house, maybe there are other victims buried down there."

The thought made Elizabeth shudder.

Still, she couldn't help thinking that if they'd had a similar device, their efforts would have been a whole lot easier. According to the sheriff, the infrared camera could pick up the location of a decomposed body up to one hundred seventy years old!

Wednesday morning, she went to see Maria, who had left the hospital and was staying in the Easy 8 Motel.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

Lying in bed in a small but clean motel room, Maria plumped the pillow behind her head and sat up a little straighter. "Much better. The doctor says I am to have complete bed rest until the baby comes, so I guess it doesn't matter that we have to stay in a motel room."

"I'm glad you're here. I think it's better if you don't go back to the house…at least until after the baby comes."

"I know what happened last night—I know you found her. Miguel told me all about it on the way home from the hospital. He said you found the little girl who came to warn me."

"We found her. The police aren't certain yet, but we think her name is Carrie Ann Whitt. She was kidnapped in 1969. We spoke to her mother while we were doing research on the house." She managed to smile, but thinking of the small bones lying in the grave beneath the house, it wasn't easy. "Her mother said she loved children, especially babies."

And Consuela Martinez had lost her unborn child in prison. Perhaps she wanted to replace that child with the one Maria carried. After what had happened, anything seemed possible.

"She was an angel," Maria said, "returned to earth to protect me." Tears welled in her eyes. "It makes me so sad to think what those terrible people did to her, to think that they killed such a beautiful little girl."

Elizabeth's own eyes started to burn. "I can't imagine how anyone could do something so awful to a child." She took a calming breath, let it out slowly. "Of course there's a chance it might not be her. We probably won't know for some time. I'll let you know what the sheriff finds out."

Maria's dark eyes came to rest on Elizabeth's face. "Do you think…now that you have found her…do you think she will be at peace?"

Elizabeth reached for Maria's hand, gripped it firmly. "Yes, I do. Once she goes home where she belongs, I think she'll find her way to heaven."

"Sí, I think so, too. I hope so very much."

"So do I," Elizabeth said softly. Glancing away, she swallowed past the painful lump in her throat.

* * *

On Thursday morning, as evidence was collected and the extended search got underway, Zach went to the hearing that had been set to determine whether his father would get the surgery he so desperately needed. He had hired a local attorney, a man named Luis Montez he highly respected, but he would also be there himself.

"Why don't I go with you?" Elizabeth suggested. "Maybe I could testify on your father's behalf."

Zach shook his head. "Thanks for offering, but you only met him a couple of times and I don't think it would do any good. You've got work to do at your office, and besides, this is my problem, mine and my dad's."

But Zach's problems had become her problems, too. If only she could make him understand that. "Are you taking him with you to the hearing?"

"The judge requested he be there. I have a hunch Dr. Marvin suggested it. If we're lucky, Judge Alexander will see the man my father is today and be reminded of the man he was before—the man he could be again."

"Good luck, Zach. I really hope this works."

Zach leaned down and very softly kissed her. "Thanks, love. I hope so, too."

Elizabeth went to work, but it was difficult to concentrate. Instead, she anxiously waited for the phone to ring, for the call that would tell her the outcome of the hearing. But each time a call came in, it was a client or some other work-related problem.

By eleven o'clock, when she still had received no word, she grabbed her purse off the credenza behind her desk and headed for her car, figuring the proceedings would be stopped for lunch and she would have a chance to talk to Zach when he came out of the courtroom.

If things didn't go the way he so desperately hoped they would, she wanted to be there for him. She headed for the door at a run.

"Where are you going?" Terry came up from her chair behind the receptionist's desk.

"Mason. I'll be back after lunch."

"Don't forget, you've got a new client in at two, Angel Sanduski, the woman with the five kids the court took away from her."

"I remember. I'll be back by then."

She was gone before Terry could say more, racing for her Acura. It was a thirty-mile drive to the county courthouse in Mason and she would have to find a place to park.

The car was roasting inside, even with all four windows cracked and a silver reflective sun shield across the front window. It was still hot in San Pico the first part of September, with a predicted high today of ninety-eight degrees, and it took a while for the air conditioner to cool down the interior.

Once she reached Mason, she spotted a parking place near the entrance to the courthouse—thank you, God—pulled in and turned off the engine. The courthouse was modern in design, flat-topped and square, built after an earthquake damaged a large portion of town in the nineteen fifties.

Elizabeth pushed through the glass front doors, asked the information desk the location of the hearing being conducted by Judge Alexander, and headed up the stairs to a room on the second floor. Hurrying past several people walking along the corridor in front of her, she finally found the room and sat down on a long wooden bench beside the door.

At ten till noon, the doors swung open and a man walked out, tall and blond, attractive except for the ruddy tint of anger in his face. She recognized Carson in an instant, followed by a guy in a three-piece suit carrying an expensive belted leather briefcase, apparently Carson's attorney. The man caught up with him; Carson called him an incompetent fool, and the two men disappeared down the stairs.

Elizabeth smiled. Obviously things weren't going the way Carson had expected. Which could only be good news for Zach.

Finally Zach walked out of the courtroom, pushing his father in a wheelchair in front of him. She saw the brilliant smile on his face and there was no doubt the proceedings were going his way.

"Zach!" She waved at him and he started toward her, leaving his father with the Hispanic man in the dark suit, who she guessed was his lawyer, Luis Montez.

"Hey!" He caught her against him, gave her a welcoming hug. "What are you doing here? You didn't have to drive over."

"I wanted to be here…in case things didn't work out."

"Yeah, well, you could have saved yourself a trip." He grinned. "The judge granted our petition. He appointed an attorney here in Mason, a guy named Maurice Whitman, to act as conservator in matters of my father's health. Judge Alexander instructed him to make the arrangements for the surgery."

"Oh, Zach that's wonderful!"

He looked down at her and something moved across his features. "Thanks for coming. I appreciate it, Liz." He introduced her to Montez, who wheeled Fletcher Harcourt up beside them.

"Dad, do you remember Ms. Conners? You met her out at Willow Glen."

The older man stared at her and frowned. "You come down here to…bail him out? Won't do any good. Damned kid's always…in trouble. I'm sick and tired of sitting in courtrooms. Time he grew up…learned to behave himself. Maybe spending a few years in jail will do him some good."

Zach flushed, a hint of red creeping under the high bones in his cheeks. "She didn't have to bail me, Dad. Not this time. You and I are here to get some business matters settled, remember?"

Fletcher Harcourt just looked confused. It was then that Dr. Marvin walked up, hair neatly combed, expression warm and smiling. It was obvious he was happy with the outcome of the hearing.

"Hello, Elizabeth."

"It's nice to see you, Dr. Marvin."

"I gather you've heard the news."

"Yes, I have. Congratulations."

He turned his attention to Zach. "As I told Judge Alexander, I think we should proceed as quickly as possible with this. Dr. Steiner has tentatively scheduled the surgery for Monday morning. That will give you time to get your father checked into the hospital."

"They're going to do the surgery at the UCLA Medical Center," Zach told her. "It's one of the best facilities in the country. It's also fairly close to my apartment so I can be close by while Dad's recovering."

"That's great." And it was, but Elizabeth couldn't help thinking how much she was going to miss Zach when he went back home. Though he had seemed glad to see her, she wasn't really sure. There was a growing reserve in his manner that didn't bode well. She felt a pang in her chest. She wondered if this was the beginning of the end and found herself praying it wasn't.

They left the courthouse and Zach drove his father back to Willow Glen while Elizabeth returned to her office. The afternoon was slipping past. She had just finished her initial interview with Angela Sandini, the woman whose alcohol and drug abuse had cost her the custody of her five young children, when Terry buzzed her on the intercom.

"Sheriff Morgan is here to see you," she said, but Elizabeth had only risen out of her chair when the door swung open and the tall, blond sheriff walked in.

"I need to talk to you."

She noticed his grim expression and her eyes went wide. "Oh, my God—you didn't find the body of another child?"

"No, we didn't. We found the body of a man—and the corpse isn't all that old."