Father Brian had no idea who the mysterious he he the caller had referred to was, but it had been apparent that she was terrified of this person. Her father? A male relative? A boyfriend? Whoever he was, he frightened her and had tormented her to the point that she was seriously contemplating suicide. the caller had referred to was, but it had been apparent that she was terrified of this person. Her father? A male relative? A boyfriend? Whoever he was, he frightened her and had tormented her to the point that she was seriously contemplating suicide.

He, too, had once known that abject feeling of utter hopelessness. The night Father James had found him huddled in a corner of the church in Louisville, his body b.l.o.o.d.y and bruised and his spirit broken, he had been thinking about killing himself. He had been fifteen years old.

Father Brian dropped to his knees on the floor of his sitting room, folded his hands together and prayed. A prayer of heartfelt thanks for Father James, gone now these past ten years. And he prayed for the life of the person who had called, pleading with him for help. He needed G.o.d's guidance. No matter what was going on in her life, no matter how horrible her situation, he must find a way to help her without betraying her trust. But he knew that if she was being beaten or molested, he would have to find a way to convince her to allow him to contact the authorities.

Erin McKinley reapplied her lip gloss and blush before leaving the restroom located across from Reverend Harper's office in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the First Baptist Church. It was already after six, half an hour past time for her eight-hour day to end, but as she did every day, she would knock on John Earl's door and say good-bye before heading home. Each day she hoped that he would notice her, would see her as a woman and not just a fixture in his office. She had been his secretary for four years and had fallen in love with him almost immediately. She simply couldn't help herself. Who wouldn't love John Earl? Not only was he incredibly handsome, with thick, curly brown hair streaked with thin silver strands, stormy gray eyes and a tall, athletic body, but he was a truly good man. He lived his religion every day of his life. He was kind, considerate, patient and gentle. And Erin worshipped the ground he walked on. Yes, she knew it was a sin to l.u.s.t after a married man, to dream of taking him to her bed and allowing him to ravish her. But she could no more stop herself from loving John Earl than she could stop the sun from rising in the east tomorrow morning.

She squared her shoulders, thrust her b.r.e.a.s.t.s forward, marched through the reception area and knocked before opening the door to John Earl's office. She gasped softly when she saw that the reverend was not alone. He held his wife in his arms.

Ruth Ann Harper tilted her head and smiled at Erin. "Please, come in. I just came by to pick up John Earl. He and I have a date for a movie and dinner out this evening."

He kissed his wife's cheek with great affection.

Erin stiffened, but managed to force a friendly smile. She didn't actually hate Ruth Ann. The woman was nice enough, and she did seem to truly love John Earl. But not as much as I love him. But not as much as I love him.

Erin envied Ruth Ann, and in darker moments, when hopelessness and despair took over, she even thought about killing her. Not that she ever would, of course. But how could she ever compete with a woman such as Mrs. Harper, who seemed so perfect, always smiling and friendly, always perfectly groomed with nary a dark hair out of place? A fine wife, a good mother, a real lady. Tall, slender and elegant in that Jackie Kennedy/Grace Kelly kind of way, as if she had been born knowing all the correct things to say and do.

Not for the first time, Erin wondered what the oh-so-perfect Ruth Ann was like in bed. Was she as perfect at f.u.c.king as she seemed to be at everything else? Or was she, as Erin suspected, a frigid ice queen? After all, the woman had to have some faults, didn't she? And if her shortcomings were inadequacies in the bedroom, that meant that Erin had a shot at giving John Earl something his wife could not. Other than being a d.a.m.n good secretary, Erin was a d.a.m.n good lay.

"It's good to see you, Mrs. Harper," Erin said. "I just wanted to say good-bye to Reverend Harper." She looked directly at him, doing her best to hide the longing in her eyes.

"Good-bye, Erin. See you tomorrow," John Earl replied, but he never took his eyes off his wife. Having dismissed his secretary, he said to Ruth Ann, "Do the girls have plans tonight or are they staying in with your mother?"

Just as Erin started to close the door, she heard Ruth Ann say, "The girls have plans. Felicity is going to the mall with some of her girlfriends, and Charity is going to the library."

"Charity spends too much time in the library," John Earl said. "She needs to have a little fun."

"Are you saying our eighteen-year-old daughter needs a boyfriend?"

John Earl chuckled. "That's a father's worst nightmare-his baby girl dating. But yes, it's time Charity started dating. Some nice young man who attends church here, a boy whose parents we know."

Erin closed the door quietly and walked away, tears trickling down her cheeks. John Earl was a man devoted to his wife and daughters. If she hadn't been able to seduce him in four years, what made her think she ever could? And with no hope of John Earl ever returning her love, her life simply wasn't worth living.

"You knew that Jackson Perdue was back in Dunmore and you didn't bother to tell me!" Cathy stood in the middle of the kitchen, hands on hips, and glared at her best friend.

"I didn't mention it because I thought you needed time to adjust to being back home and settling into your new place next week and..." Lorie threw her hands in the air in a gesture that was half plea and half exasperation. "I thought I was protecting you. After all, you've got enough on your plate without having to deal with Jack Perdue showing up in Dunmore after all these years." Lorie reached out and grabbed both of Cathy's hands. "I swear to you that when Ruth Ann told me some man had called and wanted to hire Treasures as decorating consultants, I had no idea it was Jack."

"I believe you." Cathy squeezed Lorie's hands, then pulled free and turned back to the stove, where she had several pots and pans bubbling, boiling and simmering. She was making Seth's favorite meal: meatloaf, green peas, creamed potatoes, deviled eggs, biscuits and caramel pie for dessert. This morning, she had prepared the pie and placed it in the refrigerator and had made the meatloaf that was now warming in the oven. And only a few minutes ago, right before Lorie arrived home from Fayetteville, Cathy had topped the pie with whipped cream and Maraschino cherries.

Lorie came up behind Cathy and placed her hand on Cathy's shoulder. "How was it, seeing him again?"

Cathy lifted the lid off the green peas, stirred them, turned the stove down low and replaced the lid. "I'm not sure. At first, I was nervous. Seeing him was such a shock."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. If I'd had any idea this would happen, I'd have told you he was back in town."

Cathy checked on the bubbling pot of sliced potatoes, then faced her friend. "He's staying permanently. He's moved into his mother's house. He's going to restore the old place, and he offered me the job as his design consultant." Cathy giggled nervously. "Never in a million years would I have thought that someday Jack and I would..." Realizing she was on the verge of crying, she took several deep, calming breaths. "He's different. And not just because he's older and was injured in the war. He used to be so angry and tense all the time, but now he seems...I'm not sure-not so angry. Steadier somehow."

"Did he tell you that he's taken a job as one of Mike's deputies?" Lorie asked.

Cathy nodded. "He was wearing his uniform and drove up in a county sheriff's car."

"Is he still as handsome as sin?"

"Yes."

"Any old feelings resurface?"

"A few."

"Well, listen to you, being honest with yourself and with me."

"I don't lie to myself anymore." Cathy picked up two oven mitts from the counter, opened the oven door and checked on the warming meatloaf. "There's nothing wrong with admitting that I'm still attracted to Jack. Most women probably are. He always did attract the opposite s.e.x. Besides, he's single and so am I."

"Amen, sister." Lorie patted her on the back.

"He told me that Mike has a.s.signed him to work on two cold-case files for the sheriff's department, and one of those cases is Mark's murder."

"What?"

"He was entirely up front about it." Cathy looked directly at Lorie. "He told me he was sorry about what had happened to my husband, and then he explained that he was going over the county's cold-cases-the unsolved homicides-including Mark's murder."

"But why? What possible reason would Mike have to reopen Mark's case?"

"He's not reopening the case," Cathy said. "Jack is studying the files, and he's going to compare notes with the police in Athens, where Charles Randolph, the Lutheran minister, was killed last year in the same way Mark was."

Lorie put her arm around Cathy's shoulders. "Oh, honey, you shouldn't have to deal with any of this. You shouldn't have to go over all those bad memories about the day Mark died. And you certainly shouldn't have to work with Jack Perdue. I'll step in and handle the consulting job myself, and that way you won't have to-"

"No, that won't be necessary. I can work with Jack. I'm not running away from the past. I faced a great many hard truths while I was in therapy. I learned that I can't change the past. I can't bring Mark back any more than I could have saved him the day he died. And I can't deny that a part of me still loves Jack Perdue and probably always will."

"Oh, Cathy...Honey, no, no..."

"It's all right, really it is. I have no illusions about Jack. But he's not the same now, and neither am I. I'm not expecting happily ever after, not with Jack or any other man. Whatever does or doesn't happen between us, I can handle it."

"Can you?"

"Yes."

"What about Seth?"

Cathy swallowed hard. "What about Seth?"

"How do you think Seth would react if he found out the man you were in love with before you married Mark has come back into your life?"

"There's no reason for Seth to know about my past with Jack."

"Oh, honey, you're lying to yourself if you think the truth won't come out eventually. If you get involved with Jack again, all your secret little birds will come home to roost."

He moaned and groaned and trembled with his release. She lay beneath him silent and unmoving, hating him, wishing him dead. His heavy weight pinned her to the bed-her canopy bed with white, lace-trimmed linens-as he kissed her tenderly and whispered the same words he always said when he had finished with her.

"I love you, sweetheart."

When he lifted himself up and off her, she turned over, grabbed the sheet and pulled it over her naked body as she curled into a ball. She didn't watch him leave her room, but she heard the door close behind him. He would go to his bathroom, remove the condom he had worn and take a shower. Then he would go into his den and spend the rest of the evening in his disguise as a man of G.o.d.

Lying there, her tender young b.r.e.a.s.t.s bruised from his rough hands and her whole body throbbing with shame and anger, she wanted to cry. But she didn't cry anymore. Tears were useless. She was trapped in a nightmare without end. The only way to escape would be to end her life. But she wasn't that brave. Not yet.

She got out of bed, took a shower to wash off his smell, dressed hurriedly and sneaked out through her bedroom window, leaving it cracked open so she could come back in later. It was nearly eight-thirty and had gotten dark early this evening because of the rain clouds. Tonight, the sky had partially cleared, enough so that the three-quarter moon peeked through the threads of murky clouds. She could stay out as late as she wanted, go anywhere, do anything, as long as no one recognized her and reported back to her father. He wouldn't check on her again tonight. Once he raped her, he didn't bother her again. Not until the next time. During the day, their lives were hypocritically normal. They ate their meals together every morning and evening. He asked her about her homework, her teachers and her friends. He acted like any father might. He attended all her school functions, charmed her teachers and her friends, and had the whole world fooled. Everyone believed he was the ideal father. No one suspected what happened between them several nights each week in the privacy of her bedroom.

"This is our secret," he had told her the first time he had raped her, when she was thirteen. "No one else must ever know. No one would understand."

He was right. No one would understand.

She didn't understand.

"Mom, I think it's great that you've rented your own place." Seth finished off the last bite of caramel pie and scooted his chair away from the kitchen table.

"It's not as large as our old house," Cathy told him. "But it's only three blocks from Nana and Granddad, over on Madison Avenue, and there's plenty of room for the two of us. Your room is a really good size, and you'll have your own bathroom."

Seth's smile, which she had enjoyed all evening, faded quickly at the mention of him living with her. "Mom, I...I..."

"You don't have to move in with me next week when I take our furniture out of storage, but sooner or later, I want you to come home where you belong-with me."

"I know what you want, Mom. It's just that Granddad's not going to agree, and I don't think he'll change his mind. You know how stubborn he is."

"Yes, I know. And I would prefer to have your grandfather's approval. But with or without it, I want you to live with me. You're my son, not his. You belong with me."

When she saw the confused expression on Seth's face, she almost wished she could take back the adamant claim to her maternal rights. Almost. She would never make Seth do something he didn't want to do, but she suspected that his reluctance to live with her had more to do with him not wanting to displease J.B. than it did with any doubts he had about moving in with her.

"Granddad and Nana are my legal guardians," Seth reminded her. "When you went to Haven Home, you agreed that it was the best thing for me."

"At the time, it was. But that was then and this is now. I'm completely well. I'm strong and healthy and totally competent."

He stared at her, a look of uncertainty in his blue eyes.

Eyes identical to his father's.

"I had a nervous breakdown. I chose to get the help I needed. I did that as much for you as for me. We had just lost Mark, lost your dad, and I knew you needed me. The only way I could be the mother you needed was to get well, completely well."

"I know all that, but it doesn't change the fact that you...Well, you totally lost it and spent a year in that place, and some people think you're still...Gee, Mom, I don't think you're crazy or anything. It's just that Granddad-"

"I understand." Cathy steeled her nerves. Oh, she understood, all right. J.B. intended to retain legal custody of her son and would do whatever he thought necessary to keep a barrier between Seth and her. The old Cathy wouldn't have fought back; she would have convinced herself that J.B. knew what was best. Well, that was the old Cathy. The new and improved Cathy would give her father-in-law the fight of his life. "But I'd still like for you to come by this weekend and see the house. And please, invite your grandparents to come with you."

Seth's face brightened. "Yeah, sure. That would be great. I know Granddad will eventually let me come over and spend the night."

Cathy forced a smile and somehow managed to keep it in place for the next hour of Seth's visit.

J.B. picked Seth up promptly at nine-thirty, but didn't bother coming to the door. He honked the horn and waited outside. Seth kissed Cathy's cheek and gave her a hug.

"Tonight was great," he told her. "I'll see you this weekend."

She stood in the doorway and watched him get in the car with his grandfather. When J.B. glanced her way and nodded, she lifted her hand, waved and plastered an ear-to-ear grin across her face.

Just as the red taillights on J.B.'s Lincoln disappeared around the corner at the end of the block, Lorie came up beside Cathy.

"J.B.'s being a real b.a.s.t.a.r.d about Seth," Lorie said.

"Yes, he is."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to call in the morning and make an appointment with Elliott Floyd. I believe it's time I hired a lawyer."

When Father Brian parked his Honda Civic, he noted that his was the only vehicle in the small paved lot adjacent to the park entrance. On several trips to Dunmore during the past couple of years, he had pa.s.sed by Spring Creek Park, but he had never stopped and checked it out. The entrance was well lit, as the entire park seemed to be, with pole lights placed strategically throughout the acreage. After closing the car door, he took in a deep, steadying breath and instantly caught the scent of damp earth. He closed his eyes for a peaceful moment and inhaled that glorious smell left behind after a good, soaking rain.

He sighed, opened his eyes and checked his lighted digital wrist.w.a.tch. Ten fifty-seven.

She should be here soon, if she showed up at all.

Please, G.o.d, let her come to me so that I can help her.

Although it was late May and the daytime temperatures ranged from the high seventies to the low eighties, the nights were still often quite chilly. Feeling the cool breeze whipping through the trees, he was glad he had worn his jacket.

The stone archway that led into the park appeared to be quite old. No doubt this park had been in existence for generations. Often parks were located near underground springs and other bodies of water, so he a.s.sumed Spring Creek Park was near Spring Creek. The sidewalk ended abruptly less than fifteen feet inside the park. Three dirt paths, leading in different directions, branched off from the sidewalk.

He paused, looked around, getting the lay of the land, so to speak, and felt an instant shiver of apprehension shoot through his body. Standing perfectly still, he listened to the quiet nighttime chorus of wind and nearby water and the gentle song of unseen creatures.

Suddenly the headlights of a pa.s.sing car flashed across the park entrance and startled him. No reason to panic, he told himself. But what if the car had belonged to a policeman? What if he was questioned about what he was doing here, alone in the park, at this time of night? Why hadn't he considered the possibility that someone might mistake him for one of those men who performed deviant s.e.x acts in public places?

A flutter of noise erupted from a nearby tree, and two birds emerged from the thick foliage and sailed into the starless sky, their silhouettes spotlighted by the shadowed moonlight. The sound startled him, so much so that his heartbeat accelerated and his hands trembled. An anxious unease settled over him, accompanied by the thought that he shouldn't be here.