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There was no proof yet, but he was willing to bet there would be.

And if there was one thing Harold didn’t like, it was losing control of a situation. He’d deliberately thrown other couples together so he could watch what happened. Now, he was pretty sure two others had gotten together on their own, and there was no telling where they were or what they would do. But he had the feeling he’d better be prepared for trouble.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Matt and Elizabeth sat tensely on the sofa, waiting for Wendy to return. Elizabeth wanted to get up and follow her down the hall, but she suspected that the woman had deliberately left the room to give herself some privacy.

Too bad we can’t amplify hearing,Matt murmured inside her head.

She answered with a slight nod.

Their tension mounted with every minute Wendy was away, and Elizabeth started imagining all sorts of scenarios—like Derek Lang walking in the front door.

But finally, Wendy returned with a cautious smile on her face.

“Sabrina’s coming over.”

Just then, a wailing cry from upstairs made Elizabeth jump.

“That’s Olivia,” Wendy said, probably telling me that she needs her diaper changed.”

She departed again, but this time, Elizabeth was relieved. They’d cleared one hurdle.

Ten minutes later Wendy was back, holding a one-year-old girl in her arms.

“Do you remember Miss Elizabeth?” she asked.

The little girl pointed at Elizabeth. When her mother set her down on the floor, she crawled toward the sofa and pulled herself up, grabbing Elizabeth’s knee to steady herself.

“I’ll be right back with a bottle,” her mother said.

Elizabeth offered the little girl the bunny, and she snatched it away, hugging it in her arms.

This was familiar and brought back more memories. She remembered that Wendy was a good mother—and willing to help the women who’d ended up in Derek Lang’s clutches.

When Wendy returned, she unfolded the playpen by the window and set her daughter inside.

Olivia lay on her back, kicking her foot in the air as she held the bottle and sucked. Elizabeth watched the baby, thinking how sweet she was. But was she bringing danger to this family just by being in this house?

Lang doesn’t know we’re here. Matt said, and Elizabeth knew he’d caught the drift of her thoughts.

We should get out as soon as possible.

When the back door opened, she jumped, but she relaxed when she saw Sabrina striding down the hall. She was a young woman of medium height with short blonde hair and cautious eyes. She looked delicate but obviously had inner strength—and the courage and determination to escape a bad situation.

When she spoke, it was with the thick accent Elizabeth remembered. But the words were not what Elizabeth expected to hear.

“Are you the woman who was staying with that nurse when she was murdered?”

Elizabeth sucked in a sharp breath. “How do you know about that?”

“It was all over the news. And Wendy said that you claimed you had amnesia.”

“I didn’t claim. It’s true.”

“You’re not just saying it to get out of helping us?”

Beside her, Elizabeth could feel Matt sending the newcomer soothing thoughts.

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