He got out and opened the garage door, then drove inside and waited until the door closed solidly behind them before he felt safe.

"Holly?" She hadn't moved. Hadn't said a word since they'd left the hospital. And now she sat staring blindly at the front wall of Sh.e.l.ley's garage as if..."Holly?"

"I knew one of them," she whispered.

He didn't have to ask who she meant. The monsters.

"I remember thinking, 'My G.o.d, I recognize that voice."'

Sweet heaven. "A man's or a woman's voice?" he asked quietly.

She shook her head slowly. "I just remember feeling disbelief. Like, how can this be? Not this person?" She glanced over at him. "Someone I know took our baby. Someone I...trusted."

Like a doctor, he thought.

As he got out of the truck and led Holly into Sh.e.l.ley's house, he realized that this monster she'd recognized might also be someone he he knew. knew.

He got Holly settled in the spare bedroom, then went downstairs to scare up some dinner. He'd just put one of Sh.e.l.ley's ca.s.seroles in the microwave to defrost, when the phone rang. For just a moment, he thought it might be Inez. But Inez couldn't have found him that quickly.

He and Sh.e.l.ley didn't share the same last name. Sh.e.l.ley had been married for a very short time. Her husband had been killed in a motorcycle accident. She'd kept his last name, Baxter.

"h.e.l.lo?"

Silence.

"h.e.l.lo?" He felt the hair rise on the back of his neck. His heart pounded even though he told himself there was nothing to fear about a wrong number. Right.

The person at the other end of the line hung up. He stood holding the phone, trying to rationalize his sudden fear. It could have been anyone. It even could have been a real wrong number. Or a bad connection at the other end. It could have been Sh.e.l.ley calling from Tobago.

He started to put the phone down, but changed his mind. He dialed Chief L. T. Curtis, uncomfortable with the way he and the chief had left it earlier and needing someone sane to talk to. That is, if Curtis was still talking to him.

"What do you know about Evergreen Inst.i.tute?" he asked when Curtis answered, keeping things pretty much as they'd been for years.

If the chief was surprised to hear from him, it didn't show in his voice. "You finally decided to see a shrink?" the cop asked. "Probably not such a bad idea."

The defrost timer went off on the microwave. "I'm serious," Slade said as he hit the Reheat b.u.t.ton.

"You're always serious. Do you have any understanding of the word holiday? holiday?" Curtis asked with a sigh.

"Not really," Slade said, realizing how true that was. "My client spent some time at Evergreen Inst.i.tute."

"The case involving the alleged switched babies?"

"Yeah. What do you know about the place?"

"Why don't you ask your client?" the chief said. "Her late husband started Evergreen Inst.i.tute."

"Dr. Allan Wellington?" He couldn't have been more surprised. Why hadn't Holly mentioned that to him?

"We're talking about the same place, right? That place that looks like a fortress off the old road to b.u.t.te?" Fenced and gated. Like the condos where Inez lived.

"The place with the stone spires sticking up out of the pines," Curtis said. "It was once a high-dollar private residence, built by some out-of-stater with more money than good sense-or taste. Dr. Allan Wellington bought it and started the first infertility clinic of its kind in this part of Montana."

Dr. Allan Wellington. Everywhere Slade turned, he kept running into the doctor. He didn't believe it was a coincidence. And to make matters worse, Curtis even sounded in awe of the good doctor. Sweet heaven.

"It's not an infertility clinic anymore, right?"

"No, it's a funny farm. More like a mountain resort than Warm Springs though," Curtis said. Warm Springs was where the state mental hospital was located.

"What about a Dr. Parris? Or a Dr. O'Brien?"

"Why the sudden interest in Evergreen?" the chief asked. "What does it have to do with your baby-switching case?"

"Maybe nothing," Slade said truthfully. He didn't want to talk about the case. Not yet. "Anything new on my mother?"

"No," Curtis said too quickly.

Not that he thought the chief would tell him until it was official anyway.

He tried to think of something else to say. "Happy New Year" just didn't quite cut it. "Well, thanks." He replaced the receiver, suddenly tired, mentally shot.

He wondered if there was was something new on his mother's case. He knew the chief's threat was a good one and the last thing he wanted to do was lose his P.I. license. He'd have to be very careful when he started looking for his mother's lover again. something new on his mother's case. He knew the chief's threat was a good one and the last thing he wanted to do was lose his P.I. license. He'd have to be very careful when he started looking for his mother's lover again.

But right now all he could think about was Holly and their baby. First thing in the morning they'd drive up to Evergreen and see Dr. Parris. No, first thing, Slade thought, he'd have Holly's pills checked out by a pharmacist to see exactly what they were-and what they were capable of doing to her.

He didn't relish the idea of going to Evergreen to see Dr. Parris. He was scared about what the doctor would tell him about Holly. But what really had him worried was that Parris or O'Brien might try to recommit Holly. And Slade wasn't about to let that happen.

The phone rang, making him jump.

"I had some spare time, so I dug out the blood typing the lab did on Holly Barrows and her baby," a woman said, keeping her voice down as if she didn't want anyone to hear her. "I'm not supposed to do this but you seemed so worried...."

It took him a moment to realize it was the hospital admitting nurse he and Holly had met earlier. "What did you find out?" he asked, his heart in his throat.

"Mother and baby aren't related."

Slade felt his legs give under him. He sat down heavily at the breakfast bar, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You're sure?"

"Well, it's not as accurate as DNA testing, but hey, it's what they used to use before all these fancy-pants tests. You see, the way it works is this. If the mother has- Look, just trust me. The baby isn't hers. I've got to go. You did not not hear this from me. When you pick up the report tomorrow, act surprised." hear this from me. When you pick up the report tomorrow, act surprised."

"One more question. Were there any other births on Halloween?" He could hear her rustling papers. "That's odd. No other births."

"Thank you. You didn't happen to call earlier, did you?"

"No," she said. "This was the first chance I got."

He hung up, shaken to the soles of his boots. The stillborn male infant wasn't Holly's. Wasn't theirs. Their baby could be alive! And now, he had enough evidence to get a court order to open the casket if it came to that.

He took a couple more deep breaths, just trying to deal with the fact that the baby buried in the Wellington family plot wasn't his. He felt weak with relief, weak with fear.

Knowing didn't help them find their baby. It just proved Holly had been right.

He turned at the sound of footsteps behind him. Holly appeared in the kitchen doorway, her wild mane of dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, her face looking freshly washed and shiny clean sans any makeup.

He felt as if struck by lightning. For just a moment he let himself hope- But when his gaze locked with hers, he could see that there was still no recognition of what had been between them. No memory.

He tried to hide his disappointment. "Dinner's almost ready," he said brightly. "I hope you're hungry."

She nodded, looking uncomfortable. "I heard the phone."

He tried to think of a way to tell her without just blurting it out. "The hospital called. One of the nurses decided to check the blood typing for us."

She paled, one hand reaching out to grip the counter top.

"The baby wasn't yours."

Her face relaxed in a swell of relief, her eyes filling. "I was right."

He nodded, desperately wanting to hold her and comfort her in some way. While it was a relief to know that the stillborn baby hadn't been theirs, it was almost more frightening not to know what had happened to their baby.

"Our baby is alive," she whispered. He prayed she was right. "Dr. Parris will help me get my memory back. I know at least one of the monsters. Once we find him..."

Or Carolyn, Slade thought. If If Dr. Parris could get Holly's memory back. Dr. Parris could get Holly's memory back. If If they could find the monsters. they could find the monsters. If If the monsters knew what happened to the baby. Way too many ifs, Slade thought miserably. the monsters knew what happened to the baby. Way too many ifs, Slade thought miserably.

The timer went off on the microwave. "Let's try to eat something now and not talk about it." He knew she probably wasn't any more hungry than he was, but they both had to eat. He turned to pull the ca.s.serole out, burning his fingers. Grabbing up two potholders, he took the ca.s.serole to the table.

She didn't argue. "I like your sister's house," she said, as if trying to make conversation, as she wandered around Sh.e.l.ley's kitchen. "Where do you live?"

"In an apartment next to my office. It's pretty basic." The truth was he wasn't much of a nester. He liked his spa.r.s.ely furnished apartment just fine, no matter what Chief Curtis had said. Or Sh.e.l.ley. "I think you have a fear of domesticity," the chief had said the first time he'd seen the place. "Either that or no taste."

"It's fear of commitment," Sh.e.l.ley had said.

"I happen to like simplicity," Slade had argued. "If I want homey, I can always go to Sh.e.l.ley's."

Curtis and Sh.e.l.ley had looked at each other knowingly. "It's fear," they'd both said in unison.

Holly leaned against the breakfast counter. "Where did we..."

"Make love? Here. At my place. And a variety of other places-in and outdoors."

Holly seemed shocked by that information. "Outdoors this time of the year?"

"You didn't know you had it in you?" Obviously not.

She blushed and looked away, and he could have bitten his tongue.

"I just can't imagine-"

But he'd seen the answer in her eyes. She had had imagined. Imagined the two of them. imagined. Imagined the two of them.

She turned away as if to inspect Sh.e.l.ley's cookie-cutter collection on the kitchen wall. His mother and sister had been collectors. Maybe that's why Slade didn't collect. At least not "things."

Her hair was still wet from a shower. As he moved back into the kitchen, he picked up the scent of her. She smelled like spring, fresh and new as the first bright blades of green gra.s.s. He felt starved for-an end to the winter that had only just begun-and her.

As she started to step past him toward the table, he caught her arm. She stopped, motionless. He turned her slowly to him, her blue eyes as clear and deep as a mountain lake.

She wore jeans and a T-shirt. Both accentuated a full, rounded body he knew intimately.

The kiss was inevitable. He needed her in his arms, needed to hold her and feel her warmth, needed that rea.s.surance that they would somehow get through this. Together. No matter what happened. He needed that more than his next breath.

He lost himself in her eyes, in all that blue as if untethered from earth and suddenly airborne. Her lips parted, the tiniest of sighs escaping.

His mouth lowered slowly, achingly to hers. A light brush. Their eyes locked as his lips again hovered over hers.

Her breath quickened, her heart answering the feverish beat of his own as he pulled her closer. He grazed her mouth again, heard her intake of breath, then her lips parted, opening to him. He dropped his mouth over hers, losing himself in the familiar touch and taste of her, finding in her the sanctuary he so desperately needed right now.

But he knew the kiss was more than finding sanctuary. It could possibly bring him back the woman he loved.

He was startled when she suddenly pulled away, her palms on his chest as she pushed back from him.

He looked down at her in surprise. Her face flamed and she lowered her lashes as if embarra.s.sed. He cursed himself, backing up against the kitchen counter. She looked shaken, her cheeks flushed, her hands trembling.

"I'm sorry," he said, silently cursing himself again. "I told myself I wouldn't do that."

She shook her head, biting at her lower lip.

"You don't remember me, let alone us," he said in a rush. "You hired me to find out about the baby, not-" He slashed the air with his hand. "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault. I wanted-" She looked away. "I was hoping the kiss would make me remember-"

Obviously it hadn't. "I guess I was hoping that, too." Hoping they could find comfort in each other's arms. He wouldn't admit it to her, but he was afraid, afraid that no matter what they did it would be too late for their baby.

"We should eat," he said.

She nodded and he moved aside to let her go to the table.

They ate, picking at their food, trying to make small talk, the kiss between them.

"You didn't mention that Dr. Allan Wellington started Evergreen Inst.i.tute."

She looked up from her plate. "I just a.s.sumed you knew. Is it a problem?"

He shook his head. Dr. Allan Wellington was a thorn in his side that just kept needling at him.

She insisted on helping clean up the dishes. He caught her yawning and could see how drained she was.

"Go on up to bed. I can finish this."

She glanced toward the stairs.