Small wonder, Riley thought with horror.
Jilly said, “When I heard noises in the house again, I thought maybe I was just hearing things. I yelled out, and Dad came to the closet and unlocked it. He was stone cold sober now, and he looked surprised to see me. ‘How’d you get in there?’ he said. He acted all upset that I’d gotten myself into such a mess and treated me OK for a little while after that.”
Jilly’s voice had faded to a near whisper, and she added, “Do you think he’s going to get custody of me?”
Riley gulped down a knot of anxiety. Should she share her own fears with the girl she still hoped to adopt as her own daughter?
She couldn’t bring herself to do that.
Instead she said …
“I’m sure he won’t.”
“He’d better not,” Jilly said. “Because if he does, I’ll run away for good. Nobody will ever find me.”
Riley felt a deep chill as she realized …
She really means it.
Jilly had a history of running away from places she didn’t like. Riley remembered all too well how she’d found Jilly in the first place. Riley had been working on a case involving dead prostitutes in Phoenix, and she’d found Jilly in the cab of a truck in a parking lot where prostitutes worked. Jilly had decided to become a prostitute and sell her body to the owner of the truck.
Would she do anything that desperate again? Riley wondered.
Riley was horrified by the idea.
Meanwhile, Jilly had calmed down and was drifting back to sleep. Riley nestled the girl’s head against her shoulder again. She tried to stop worrying about the upcoming court date. But she couldn’t shake off her fear of losing Jilly.
Would Jilly even survive if that happened?
And if she did survive, what kind of life would she have?
When the plane landed, four people were waiting to greet Riley and Jilly. One was a familiar face—Brenda Fitch, the social worker who had put Jilly into Riley’s care in the first place. Brenda was a slender, nervous woman with a warm and caring smile.
Riley didn’t recognize the three other people. Brenda hugged Riley and Jilly and made introductions, starting with a middle-aged married couple, both of them stout and smiling.
Brenda said, “Riley, I don’t believe you’ve met Bonnie and Arnold Flaxman. They were Jilly’s foster parents for a short while after you rescued her.”
Riley nodded, remembering how Jilly had soon run away from the well-meaning couple. Jilly had been determined to live with no one except Riley. Riley hoped that the Flaxmans didn’t harbor any hard feelings about that. But they seemed kind and welcoming.
Brenda then introduced Riley to a tall man with a long, oddly shaped head and a somewhat vacuous smile.
Brenda said, “This is Delbert Kaul, who is serving as our attorney. Come on, let’s go somewhere to sit down and talk things over.”
The group hurried through the concourse to the nearest coffee shop. The adults ordered coffee and Jilly got a soft drink. As they all sat down, Riley remembered that Bonnie Flaxman’s brother was Garrett Holbrook, an FBI agent stationed here in Phoenix.
Riley asked, “How’s Garrett these days?”
Bonnie shrugged and smiled. “Oh, you know. Garrett is Garrett.”
Riley nodded. She remembered the agent as a rather taciturn man with a cold demeanor. But then, she’d been investigating the murder of Garrett’s estranged half-sister. He had been grateful when she solved the murder, and had helped put Jilly into foster care with the Flaxmans. Riley knew that he was a good man beneath his frosty exterior.
Brenda said to Riley, “I’m glad you and Jilly could get here on such short notice. I’d really hoped we’d be finalizing the adoption by now, but as I wrote to you in my letter, we’ve run into a snag. Jilly’s father claims he made the decision to give up Jilly under duress. Not only is he contesting the adoption, he’s threatening to charge you with kidnapping—and me as an accomplice.”
Looking through some legal papers, Delbert Kaul added, “His case is pretty flimsy, but he is making a nuisance of himself. But don’t worry about it. I’m sure we can fix all this tomorrow.”
Somehow, Kaul’s smile didn’t strike Riley as very reassuring. There was something weak and uncertain about him. She found herself wondering just how he’d gotten assigned the case.
Riley noticed that Brenda and Kaul seemed to have an easy rapport. They didn’t appear to be a romantic couple, but they did seem to be good friends. Maybe that was why Brenda had hired him.
Not necessarily a good reason, Riley thought.
“Who is the judge?” Riley asked him.
Kaul’s smile faded a little as he said, “Owen Heller. Not exactly my first choice, but the best we could get under the circumstances.”
Riley suppressed a sigh. She was feeling less and less assured. She hoped Jilly wasn’t getting the same feeling.
Kaul then discussed what the group should expect at the hearing. Bonnie and Arnold Flaxman were going to testify about their own experience with Jilly. They would emphasize the girl’s need for a stable home environment, which she emphatically could not have with her father.
Kaul said he wished he could get Jilly’s older brother to testify, but he had long since disappeared and Kaul hadn’t been able to track him down.
Riley was supposed to testify about the kind of life she was able to give Jilly. She had come to Phoenix armed with all sorts of documentation to back up her claims, including financial information.
Kaul tapped his pencil against the table and added, “Now Jilly, you don’t have to testify—”
Jilly interrupted. “I want to. I’m going to.”
Kaul looked a little surprised by the note of determination in Jilly’s voice. Riley wished the lawyer seemed as determined as Jilly did.
“Well,” Kaul said, “let’s consider that settled.”
When the meeting ended, Brenda, Kaul, and the Flaxmans left together. Riley and Jilly went to rent a car, and then they drove to a nearby hotel and checked in.
Once they got settled into their hotel room, Riley and Jilly ordered a pizza. The TV played a movie they’d both seen before and didn’t pay much attention to. To Riley’s relief, Jilly didn’t seem the least bit anxious now. They chatted pleasantly about little things, like Jilly’s upcoming school year, clothes and shoes, and celebrities in the news.
Riley found it hard to believe that Jilly had been in her life for such a short time. Things seemed so natural and easy between them.
Like she’s always been my daughter, Riley thought. She realized that was exactly how she felt, but it brought on a renewed burst of anxiety.
Was it all going to end tomorrow?
Riley couldn’t bring herself to consider how that would feel.
They were almost finished with their pizza when they were interrupted by a loud signal from Riley’s laptop computer.
“Oh, that must be April!” Jilly said. “She promised we’d do a video chat.”
Riley smiled and let Jilly take the call from her older daughter. Riley listened idly from across the room as the two girls chattered away like the sisters they’d truly become.
When the girls finished talking, Riley spoke to April while Jilly plopped down on the bed to watch TV. April’s face looked serious and concerned.
She asked, “How are things looking for tomorrow, Mom?”
Glancing