had committed three homicides in forty-eight hours. Wholesome? Someone had nearly decapitated three people. What would Meagan think of this new life he'd created for Paige? Meagan would say nothing in life is certain except that nothing in life is certain. She would be understanding and philosophical. He was angry and resentful. Hadn't Paige been through enough? Hadn't he?
He had more work to do, but at six he felt an overpowering need to see his daughter, to hear her laugh, to feel her slender amis around his neck. At times like this only she could restore him. He also wanted to make absolutely certain she was safe. He had niggling doubts about Mrs. Collins's diligence in the child-care department.
When he arrived home he was surprised to see a gold Cougar sitting in the driveway. He knew no one with a Cougar. Had something happened?
Nick nearly bolted in the front door and was greeted by the sound of laughter. In the living room Paige sat on the floor with a dark-haired woman. Natalie St. John. They were bent over Ripley, who lay on his back bouncing a toy mouse between his paws. Nick realized he'd been holding his breath when it came out as a loud whish.
'That certainly looks like a sick cat to me,' he said, grinning.
Paige jumped up and ran to him. 'Hi, Daddy. Natalie says-'
'Dr. St. John,' Nick corrected.
'I asked her to call me Natalie.' He hadn't noticed before that her voice was slightly husky. 'It gives me the illusion of youth.'
'Anyway, Natalie says that Ripley does have mites. I told you he'd been scratching his ears.'
'What about that terrible limp I've never noticed?'
'Maybe just a muscle spasm,' Natalie said. 'Nothing life threatening.'
'And his weight?' Nick asked.
Natalie smiled. 'Ripley could stand to lose three or four pounds.'
'He eats from nerves,' Paige explained.
'And what does Ripley have to be nervous about?' Nick asked, smiling.
'These murders. I heard there were two more.'
Nick's smile faded. 'How did you hear about them?'
'Somebody called Mrs. Collins and they talked about them for a long time. Two people got their throats cut on a big boat! One was Tamara Hunt's husband. He was having an affair!'
Nick's jaw tightened. He was furious that the child was privy to all this information. He looked at Natalie, who shook her head regretfully. Apparently she felt the same way. 'Did you catch the murderer?' Paige asked anxiously.
'Not yet, but we will soon. I don't want you to be afraid.'
'I'm not afraid,' Paige said staunchly. Nick did not believe her. 'Do you think this crazy person is killing special people or just anyone?' she asked.
'We don't know that yet, but probably special people, particular people.' Nick said uncomfortably. 'I don't think you have to worry. They were all grownups.'
'Yeah, but he could decide to kill kids. Especially if they know something important.'
Nick looked at her closely. 'Do you know something important?'
'What would I know?' Except maybe where the killer is hiding, Paige thought miserably, but she could not tell Daddy about the Saunders house. She would be in so much trouble she'd never be allowed outside again. She'd never get to see Jimmy again, either, and that would be too awful to bear. 'I just like mysteries,' she ended lamely.
'I'd prefer it if you kept your mind off this particular mystery,' Nick said firmly.
'Paige, Ripley is scratching his ears again,' Natalie interrupted with false urgency. ' Blaine had fleas and ear mites so yesterday I had the clinic where I work send me some prescription-strength flea medicine and drops for mites. The mite drops are right here in my purse. I'll show you how to put them in Ripley's ears and then you can do it until he's well.'
'Do you think I can put them in right?'
'I'm sure you can. Come give it a try.'
Nick cast her a grateful look for changing the subject. Mrs. Collins was another matter. While Natalie and Paige worked on a less-than-cooperative Ripley, he walked into the kitchen. The woman sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She gave him a bright smile. 'Sheriff, I wasn't expecting you home so early. I just put some pot roast and potatoes and green beans in the refrigerator. I'll fix a plate and heat it in the microwave.'
'Before you do, I'd like to talk to you.' The woman immediately looked wary. 'Did you tell Paige about the murders this afternoon?'
She flushed guiltily. 'I'm so sorry. A friend called to tell me-her nephew works at the marina-and Paige overheard me on the phone. But I think she got a call from that Jenkins boy. I'm sure he knew all about it and told her more than she should hear. He's a regular town crier. His mother should keep a tighter rein on him. I don't think he's a good influence on Paige.'
The woman was valiantly trying to shift attention from herself to Jimmy. It wasn't going to work. 'Mrs. Collins, I wish you had waited until you got home to discuss the murders with your friend.'
'She called me?'
'You should have told her you couldn't talk at the moment.'
'We hardly said anything.'
'My daughter knows quite a few details and she said she heard them from you.' Nick looked at her sternly. 'Mrs. Collins, Paige is eleven-'
'She would have heard about the murders sooner or later!' the woman burst out indignantly.
'Later would have been better. Later when I got home and could tell her in my own way.'
Mrs. Collins stiffened. 'I suppose I'm fired.'
'No. I just want you to be more careful about what you discuss in front of Paige.'
'I raised a girl of my own,' she said in vindication. 'I know what I'm doing!'
'I'm sure you do.' Nick fought to keep his voice even. 'We simply need to be clear on this point.'
'We are.' Mrs. Collins stood. 'I will be going, now that you're home.'
'I have to go back to work. I need for you to stay.'
'Stay! Tonight?' She shook her head violently. 'I stayed late two nights ago. I can't always stay late without notice.'
'I'm sorry. The next time someone is going to be murdered, I'll ask them to let me know several hours ahead of time so I can clear it with you.'
Mrs. Collins gave him a long, icy stare. 'You don't need to be obnoxious, Sheriff. I'm doing the best I can. When I took this job you didn't say a word about night work. If you're so unhappy with me, I won't be back tomorrow.'
What will I do then? Nick thought. He couldn't lose the woman on such short notice. Feathers definitely needed smoothing.
'You're right, Mrs. Collins. I've had a tough day, but that doesn't give me the right to take it out on you. Will you accept my apology?'
She hesitated and Nick felt she was deliberately trying to make him squirm. 'Well, okay,' she said in a tiny, injured voice. 'But I really can't stay any longer tonight. I'm having a birthday party for my sister. I can't cancel.'
'I understand.' I understand you've just manipulated me into feeling like a creep when you were in the wrong, Nick thought. But what the hell. 'I'll figure out something else for Paige tonight. We'll see you in the morning.'
Mrs. Collins marched past him cloaked in martyrdom. In the living room he heard her say, 'Good night, Paige dear. Have very sweet dreams. We'll have a wonderful day tomorrow.'
Nick sauntered back into the room after the front door closed. Paige looked up at him. 'How come she's being so mushy!'
'Beats me. She's just in a mushy mood.'
'A weird mood. Daddy, I put the drops in Ripley's ears.'
'She did a fine job in spite of Ripley's protests,' Natalie said. 'We might have a future vet here.'
'I'd like to be a vet!' Paige exclaimed. 'Either that or a police detective.'
