Sam combed her fingers through her hair and wondered where Preston Sinclair had gone. Could there be a third Sinclair victim waiting to be discovered dead or injured? Sam’s gut told her it was all related to Diandra and the rift that had festered for years in their family. But how? Where was the connection? As far as Sam could tell, Diandra hadn’t seen her brother-in-law in more than thirteen years. How would she know his schedule or his whereabouts?

If she had wanted him dead, wouldn’t she have killed him years ago when she discovered his closet homosexuality after her sons had spent time alone with him? Her sons had confirmed her rage at learning that their uncle was gay.

Sam sighed, her head aching from the strain and the caffeine withdrawal. She dug her cell phone out of her pocket and called Jeannie McBride.

“Hi, Lieutenant. What’s up?”

“Are you at HQ?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do me a favor and re-run the financials of Preston and Diandra Sinclair, only this time go back more than a year.”

“Sure thing.”

“While you’re at it, get me both their sons, too. Devon and Austin Sinclair.”

“Will do. Am I looking for anything in particular?”

“A large payment or transfer. Anything that stands out.” Sam knew Diandra hadn’t pulled the trigger on her son but couldn’t rule out her hiring someone else to do it. But why would she have done that?

“I’ll get right on it,” Jeannie said.

Sam checked her watch and winced when she realized Jeannie’s shift was long over. “Thanks. I hope I’m not screwing with your plans.”

“No worries. My boyfriend’s working late tonight, too.”

Sam knew she should ask, that she should show some interest. “What, ah, what does he do?”

“Finance stuff. Investments, portfolio management. Nothing I really understand and nothing quite as exciting as dating a United States senator.”

“That’s funny, Jeannie. Really. Very funny.”

Jeannie laughed. “Just speaking the truth, Lieutenant.”

“Call me if you get any hits on the financials.”

“Will do.”

Sam hung up and continued to stare at the ceiling. Her thoughts wandered to what Harry had said about the endometriosis treatment. Half of her wished she’d never been told it was even possible. She knew herself well enough to accept that she would obsess about it endlessly until she decided whether or not to pursue it.

“There you are.”

Startled out of her thoughts, Sam looked up to find Nick leaning against the doorframe. As her eyes met his, she was overcome by a sense of rightness and absolute truth. He would make one hell of a father.

Chapter 29

Nick came into the room and stretched out next to her. “Everything okay?”

It is now, she thought. The second I saw you, I felt better. How was that possible? She worked up a smile for him and laced her fingers through his. “Yeah.”