Faith tightened her hand on the strap of her purse. “I miss Sierra. She had the most biting sense of humor. The shelter board meetings were always more fun when she was there. Whenever we had a budget meeting, she always brought doughnuts. Her favorite was chocolate glazed.”

“I forgot about that.” He gripped the steering wheel. “No one really talks about her anymore.”

“If you ever want a Sierra story, ask me. I’ve got a few. We got into our share of trouble once or twice.”

“Trouble?”

This conversation was more personal than sex, but Faith wasn’t sure how she felt about bonding. “I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

“Counting on it.”

June 1, 1988

I held you in my arms today, minutes after you were born. The stars in the sky were bright and clear as I carried you away from the ranch toward the future you were destined to have. I named you Faith, because I have faith that what I did was right. You will have a bright future, and I will always protect you.

Love, Daddy

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Wednesday, June 27, 4:00 p.m.

Faith got out of the car and hurried into the hospital toward the elevators to Macy’s unit. She waved to the nurses in the small office behind the station as they gathered around platters of food. They were laughing, smiling. She nodded to one she recognized from yesterday and headed toward Macy’s room.

Until a DNA test was run, Faith couldn’t technically be considered Macy’s family, but when the nurse looked up at her, she said cheerfully, “Your sister made it through the day. She’s a strong woman.”

Sister. The word felt natural.

“Good. Can I see her?”

“Sure. Don’t stay long.”

“Did she have any other visitors today?”

The nurse checked her computer. “Standard hospital personnel visited this morning.”

“And they all checked in with the police guard?” Anyone could put on scrubs and blend into a hospital setting.

“I assume so. There didn’t appear to be any issues with the guard on duty.”

“Did anyone stay long?”

“They all stayed less than five minutes.”

“Thank you.”

As she turned she heard, “Faith?”

Margaret Slater was dressed in a pale pink skirt and matching jacket. Her graying hair was pinned into a stylish twist, and her delicate diamond earrings sparkled. Her gaze was quizzical as she stared at Faith. “Did we have a meeting here today?”

“No.” She thought back to the email she’d sent to Margaret regarding the fundraiser, and it felt like a million years ago. “Are you here for the fundraiser?”

“You know me—I’m always planning.” Margaret kissed Faith on the cheek. The older woman’s trademark soft perfume wafted around them. “I’m meeting with the head of the department. We’re setting a date for next year’s gala. What are you doing here?”

“Visiting a friend.”

“Who on earth do you know that’s here?” Margaret glanced toward the uniformed officer in the hallway. “They’re protecting someone. Is that who you’re here to see?”

“I can’t discuss this, Margaret.”

“You’ve always been able to tell me everything.”

“And I will when I can.” She had been afraid to ask Margaret about her adoption but now was too desperate for answers to not ask. “Margaret, what do you know about my adoption? Mom and Dad never talked about it, and I just thought since you knew them then that you might know.”

Margaret’s face softened. “I remember when your mother called and told me a baby had been found for them. She was so thrilled. I made a point to be there when your parents met you for the first time at the law offices. The look of pure joy on your mother’s face still could make me cry.”

“Did Peter ever tell you about my birth mother?”

“She was young. Unmarried. Wanted a better life for her baby.”

“Did you ever hear the name Josie Jones?”

Margaret frowned. “No. Do you think that is her name?”

“PJ found her name in my father’s datebook. They met several times in the year before I was born.”

Margaret’s brow wrinkled as she slowly shook her head. “Honey, I don’t know the name. Why do you think it’s her?”

“I don’t know anything for sure.” What she did know about Josie was now part of an active crime investigation, and she couldn’t discuss it.

Margaret took Faith’s hand in hers and gently squeezed it. “You look tired. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Really.” She leaned in and kissed Margaret’s cheek.

“I will dig around in Peter’s papers. I’ve only just found myself able to look at his things. But I will keep a lookout for anything related to your adoption.”

“Thank you.”

“We’ll talk very soon,” Margaret said.

“You promise?”

“I promise.” Margaret kissed her. “Now I’m off to the hospital administrator’s office. I have a fundraiser to plan.”

She made her way down the hallway and nodded to the uniformed officer. He wasn’t the officer on duty yesterday and, like the other one, looked incredibly young. Faith introduced herself.

“I’m going to need to see identification,” he said.

She fished credentials out of her wallet and handed them to him. He checked the card against the very short list of people allowed to visit Macy and then stepped aside. “Thank you, Dr. McIntyre.”

Macy’s room was dark, with only the beep of the monitors to break the silence. Macy remained unconscious, lying so still that Faith had to look closely to prove to herself she was breathing. Under the bruises, Faith could see Macy’s face was slightly more drawn.

There was a rumpled picture of Macy propped up on the shelf by the bed. The image must have been taken when Macy was one or two. She had a big toothless grin and was reaching for Jack Crow’s beard. He was laughing.

“Hi, Macy. It’s Faith. We met yesterday.” She reached for the edge of the blanket and pulled it up a fraction before she sat. “This picture of you and Jack is remarkable. You looked so much like I did as a baby. When you get well, I want to compare more pictures. I ran track in high school, ran my first marathon last year, and finished in three hours and thirty-three minutes. Not a gold medal win but respectable.”

A slight moan mumbled in Macy’s chest. Faith replaced the picture and sat beside her, glancing at the monitors. Macy’s blood pressure was low but not dangerously so.

She laid her hand over Macy’s fingers, which were cold and didn’t respond to her touch. “You’re holding steady, Macy. That’s good. You just need to keep hanging in there. You’ll get better every day.

“I received your email, Macy. And I’ve been to the place you mentioned. The Texas Rangers are involved now. I’m involved now.”

The heart rate monitor seemed to speed up, and Faith could have sworn Macy understood the wagons had circled around her and she wasn’t alone.

“We went to the farm and saw the stones. You were right to be concerned. The Texas Rangers swept the land with radar.” She drew in a breath, not wanting the news to upset Macy, but also realizing that if this gal was a top investigator at the FBI, not knowing what was in that ground would bother her more. “We found three bodies,” she said. “We’ve only partly removed the first, but it appears to be a female.”

The heart rate monitor picked up again by several beats.

“You can hear me, can’t you?” Faith said as she studied the monitor. “Can you squeeze my hand?” Several seconds passed with nothing. “Macy, if you can hear me, move your fingers.” More moments and then Macy’s fingers jolted. It could have been involuntary and was hardly conclusive, but it was a good start.

“You do hear me.” Faith was rewarded with more movement in her fingers. “That’s good, Macy. I’m assuming you can hear me and you’re listening. I’m going to talk to you like a medical examiner would to an FBI agent, okay?”

The fingers twitched.

“Good. I’ve always done better with facts rather than feelings, and I’m betting you’re a facts-based girl, too.”

The heart rate monitor stayed slightly elevated.

“So the graves are being processed. It’s going to take a couple of days to excavate thoroughly. And when it’s time, I’ll be part of the team that examines the remains. Hopefully, we’ll be able to determine manner of death. We also found a room in the basement of the ranch. Macy, these crimes may have spanned months or even years.”

She detailed the discovery of the dresser. “I have a lead on JJ. She’s a woman named Josie Jones. She vanished about the time we were born, and my father represented her in court.” She didn’t trust her voice to tell Macy about the journal written in the margins of the magazines. “Who knows? Maybe she’s important to us and the case.”

She sat for several minutes. “I’ve already spent too much time thinking about Josie and comparing her face, our faces. There are precious few details on her, but my imagination keeps filling in the gaps. It’s not a particularly smart approach, and I know I’m setting myself up for disappointment.”

She paused, catching her own breath, and then added, “But enough about me. You concentrate on getting better. That is your only job. I’ll be back soon to check on you. Promise.”

Faith rose, patted Macy’s hand, and left the room, feeling like she was abandoning her.

Macy could hear the soft, steady voice and found herself transported back to an afternoon when she and her mother were living in the small Dallas apartment.

Her father had called that day, and when her mother had spoken to him, she’d dropped her voice to a hushed tone. When she had finally handed the phone to Macy, she’d looked worried but made an effort to smile. Jack had been upbeat and said he’d decided on a change of plans. They weren’t going into Austin but east to Galveston during their summer vacation together. “Sun, surf, and sand, kiddo. Gonna be great.”