Rita Herron - Unbreakable Bond & The Missing Twin

“Were either William or his mother at the hospital the night Peyton was born?”

She backed away, fidgeting with her hair again. “I don’t remember seeing them.”

“How about William’s wife? Her name is Mitzi.”

“I told you I don’t remember. It was madness here, everyone in a panic.” She tapped her watch. “Now I really have to get back to work.” Her ponytail swung behind her as she turned and rushed down the hall.

“What do you think?” Nina asked.

Slade frowned. “I think that nurse knows something she’s not telling us.” He gestured toward the elevator.

“That bone your forensics person found, it could have belonged to the stillborn,” Nina suggested.

He gave a clipped nod. “I’m going to check out this Waldorp woman and have a chat with William’s mother.”

Nina’s thoughts raced as they took the elevator to the main floor, and Slade drove back to her house. Compassion for the woman who’d given birth to the stillborn baby squeezed her heart. Could she have been distraught enough to have kidnapped Peyton?

And William’s mother…she’d been adamant that she should get rid of her baby. Could she have stolen her or hired someone else to and arranged for an adoption?

“Does Mrs. Hood live in Winston-Salem, too?”

Nina nodded.

“I’ll question her tomorrow, but first I want to do some background work. I’m going to take that doll to the lab.” Slade maneuvered around traffic through town, flipping on his windshield wipers as a light rain began to fall. “I’ll also see if I can get an address for the Waldorp woman. I’ll call you if I find anything.”

Shadows flickered along the sidewalk, night setting in, the rain clouds adding to the gray fog over her house as he pulled into her drive.

Nina grasped on to hope as she climbed out and hurried up to her door. She went inside, flipped on the lights, then went upstairs to shower. A few minutes later, she dried off and pulled on a loose warm-up suit.

But the moment she went downstairs, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and panic hit her.

The CD of lullabies she’d bought for Peyton was playing.

And the baby blanket she’d crocheted and stored in the blanket chest in the attic was wrapped around another rag doll that had been stabbed just like the first.

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