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Chapter Four

Molly watched Thomas’s skill with the open fireplace and the food he’d prepared. He’d taken basic canned goods and come up with a meal, including hot coffee. “I guess you really enjoy camping,” she said. She didn’t add that her idea of a weekend off included a massage and room service.

“It was part of a life I left behind.” He unhooked the pot from the cast-iron brace and carried it to the table. “If I had my druthers, I’d still be out on the range.”

“You’re a computer software designer, right?” Molly found the two careers—software designer and cowboy—almost diametrically opposed.

“That’s right. I work in the Security Department at McGivens. We write programs to protect computer networks from privacy threats.”

She laughed. “I don’t see what that has to do with herding cows.”

Thomas signaled for her to have a seat. He served them both some beans and corn bread before he sat down across from her. Familiar nibbled daintily on the corned beef Thomas had opened for him.

“Nothing to do with the cows, but with the strategy for keeping the cows safe,” he explained. “It isn’t the same, but sometimes it requires the same mindset—to see danger on the horizon and figure a way to head it off at the pass.”

He was entertaining her, trying to keep her mind off the crazy twist her life had taken, and she appreciated his efforts. “So why did you leave the open range?”

“The big cattle companies are breaking up the family ranches. The new breed of rancher sits in an office in Houston and wants to feed-lot the cows. It’s not a business I want to be involved in anymore. I had a buddy in computer security. Turns out I had an aptitude for it. I got training and a job.”

She could understand that. Once, a cowboy rode miles and miles of open land pushing cattle from pasture to pasture. It was a job description that fit the cowboy’s need for wide-open space, self-reliance and a bond with nature. Now it was a business where a cow was born and died within the same small compound.

Thomas shook his head, and a sheepish grin touched his features. “I’d be laughed off the ranch, but I’m a vegetarian these days.”

The light from the fire danced across his features, and Molly thought, not for the first time, what an attractive man he was. His brown hair was cut short and neat, and his hazel eyes glittered with intelligence tempered by kindness. His build bespoke of long days with little attention paid to food, yet he was an excellent cook. He was a man filled with complexities. She looked down at her plate of beans. “I don’t miss the meat, but a glass of wine would be nice,” she said.

He frowned. “We’re going to need supplies. I’m sure my bank account is being watched, which means I can’t withdraw funds.”

“I have some cash.” She surprised herself. She was offering aid to the man who’d abducted her. “And a credit card, but they’re probably watching my accounts, too.”

He pushed his half-eaten food back. “I’ve been thinking, Molly. You should call the police. Tell them you were abducted and that I let you go. You can go on with your search for Kate without being involved in my troubles.”

Across the table, Familiar stopped eating and looked at her.

Molly was shocked—at her reaction. Thomas was offering her freedom, and she found herself resisting the idea. Had she lost her mind? “What if the police think I was involved in breaking you out of jail? They’ll just arrest me, and I’ll be behind bars and unable to hunt for Kate.”

“I suspect they’ll assume you were innocently taken by the mad killer of your sister.” Thomas didn’t bother to hide the bitter hurt in his voice. “If you tell them I took you by force, they’ll believe you. They’ll want to believe you because it fits in with their idea that I killed my friend and did something awful to her baby.”

“They might not believe me. I don’t want to risk it.” Molly had a mental image of a thermometer shooting up to 105 degrees. Her brain was really cooking! She was trying to convince her abductor to let her stay. What was it called? The Stockholm Syndrome, when a captive began to identify with her abductor?

“We need to hear the news,” Thomas said. “That way we can get a line on what the law is thinking.” He looked around the cabin.

“There’s no electricity, much less television,” Molly pointed out.

“Meow!” Familiar reached across the table and snagged the sleeve of Thomas’s shirt. “Meow.”

The cat hopped down and walked to the door. He cast a solemn green gaze on Thomas and Molly and waited at the door.

“He wants us to follow him,” Molly said, rising.

“How can you tell?” Thomas didn’t move.

“Trust me, we should follow him or else he’ll come over and bite your shins.”

Thomas rose. “So we’ll follow him.”

Molly caught the tone of condescension in his voice, and she smiled. Familiar would make a believer of him—and soon.

They stepped into the night, following the cat in the beam of lantern light that fell from the open door. Familiar sauntered to the SUV where he stood on his back legs and patted the door of the vehicle.

Molly opened the door and he hopped in, his black paw batting the radio.

“He’s right,” Thomas said. “I can’t believe he thought of it before we did.” His voice held awe. “The radio could have a story on us.”

“I told you the cat was a detective,” Molly said, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Give me the keys.”

Thomas handed them over and she turned on the ignition. After spinning the dial, she finally found a crackly newscast.

Through the static, the newscaster’s voice sounded serious. “Law enforcement officials in a five-county area are searching for an escapee tonight. Sheriff Paul Johnson has issued an alert to the area citizenry to be on the lookout for Thomas Lakeman. The thirty-eight-year-old man is accused of murder in the shooting death of thirty-year-old Anna Goodman. It is believed the victim’s sister, Molly Harper, has been taken hostage by the accused murderer. Miss Harper was at the jail earlier today when Lakeman made his escape. Missing in the case and presumed dead is the nine-month-old daughter of the slain victim. We’ll have an update on this story on the hour.”

Molly snapped the radio off. She had to admit that Thomas was right. The best course of action would be to go back and tell the police she’d been abducted. That way she’d be able to access funds and help Thomas.

“You see why you should go back to Jefferson?” he asked.

She nodded and looked at him standing in the doorway of the vehicle. “I don’t think you killed my sister.”

Relief swept across his features. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes. I’ll go back to town and get some money and ask some questions, then I’ll meet you. We’ll figure a way to get a car for you.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to help me.”

“It’s not just about you. The person who killed Anna is still out there, and my niece is missing. If we find the real killer, he’ll be able to tell us where Kate is.”

Thomas put his hand on her arm. Molly felt a warm flush move through her body as she stared into his hazel eyes. How long had it been since she’d been moved by a touch? She didn’t even want to think about it.

“I’m going to make you a promise, Molly Harper,” Thomas said, his voice soft but steely. “We’re going to find Kate and bring her home to you. No matter what we have to do to find her.”

“Meow!” Familiar jumped into Molly’s lap and put his paw on top of Thomas’s hand.

KNEELING IN FRONT of the fireplace, Thomas added another log to the fire. He felt Molly’s gaze on him and wondered what she was thinking.

Sparks flew up the chimney from the new log, and he thought how fleeting so many things in life were. Only a week ago Anna Goodman had sat on his leather sofa holding little Kate in her lap. Anna had been crying, but she hadn’t been hurt. Deep in her eyes had been resolve to leave Darwin and build a new life. If he thought about it hard enough, he could hear her voice, the unexpected strength she’d found. And he could so clearly remember his pride in her, and his relief that she was finally going to do something to protect herself and her baby.

Now she was dead.

When the sheriff’s deputies had shaken him awake in his sleeping bag, he’d been puzzled but unconcerned.

“What’s going on?” he’d asked as he’d gotten out of the bag and reached for the coffee to brew a fresh pot. The deputy had snapped the cuffs on his wrist and read him his rights. They’d searched through his things looking for evidence of some crime they wouldn’t even define for him. When they’d found nothing they’d shoved him into a car and driven him to the station.

The entire ride Thomas had been confused, but under the assumption that he could clear matters up. There had surely been a mistake.

When he’d heard that Anna had been murdered—shot in his home—he’d been too stunned to think clearly. In the eyes of the investigating deputy, Thomas had looked guilty.

The arraignment and grand jury indictment had followed swiftly. The small town of Jefferson didn’t see a lot of murders. The wheels of justice were set in motion almost before he could find a lawyer to defend him. Bradley Alain had put a halt on the railroad job that was in progress, but Thomas was still charged with a crime he didn’t commit.

“Thomas, are you okay?”

Molly’s question brought him back to the present, and he felt an unexpected rush of pleasure as he rose and turned to face her. The firelight flickered over her classic features, catching in the lengths of her hair. The black cat lay across her lap, enjoying the strokes she applied so liberally.

“I was just trying to figure out how all of this happened. Most of my life has been calm and orderly. Get up at five, eat breakfast, saddle my horse and ride out. Come home at supper, eat, wash up, play some cards with the guys or go into town. At McGivens, it was work eight hours, go home. Same thing, day in and day out.”

“Now it’s much different.”

“That’s an understatement. I’m a fugitive from the law, accused of a crime I didn’t commit. I have a hostage and her black cat detective.” He shook his head. “Have we stumbled into the Twilight Zone?”

“I feel the same way.”

A wistful look crossed her face, and Thomas felt a pang. As awful as his life was at the moment, he hadn’t lost family. “We’ll find Kate,” he said again.

Molly smiled. “We will.” She stopped petting the cat.

“It won’t bring Anna back, I know. But she’d finally decided to leave Darwin. She was getting stronger. I think Kate was the best thing that ever happened to her.”

Molly looked up, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes. “Anna was always in hot water somewhere. In high school she was constantly in trouble. When she got out, she didn’t want to go to college, but she couldn’t hold a job. When she finally went to university, every week it was a crisis with one class or another.” She bit her bottom lip. “I got tired of her woes, tired of trying to bail her out so she could make the same mistake again and again. I abandoned her.”

Thomas sat beside her. In his adult solitary life, he’d been careful never to assume emotional responsibility for anyone other than himself. But he understood guilt, and he knew that was what Molly felt. Survivor’s guilt.

“Molly, you and I both know that no one can force another person to confront their problems and grow up. If you’d continued to hold Anna’s hand, she may never have begun to change.”

“If I’d held her hand a little more, she might be alive to change.”

He picked up her hand, noting the long, slender fingers. “I’m just a software designer, so I don’t have any deep answers. I will tell you what Anna said the last time I saw her.” The night she was killed. He didn’t say it, but they both knew it.

“Tell me she was happy.” Molly blinked back the tears.

“I can, without lying.” Thomas squeezed her cool fingers. “When Anna showed up with Kate, I was worried. I was afraid Darwin was thumping on her again, but he wasn’t. In fact, Anna had come to visit because she had good news. She said she was leaving the software company, that she’d found a better job, one where she could work at home and stay with Kate more.” He could see he’d caught Molly’s interest.

“What kind of job?”

“She said it was a secret until it was a done deal. With the new salary, she said she could afford to divorce Darwin and still take care of Kate.”

“She stood up to him? Do you think that made him kill her?”

Thomas hesitated. “From what I knew of Darwin, material things were very important to him. At first I was worried, too, but Anna said she’d told him she didn’t want anything. No furniture, no alimony. She just said she’d leave with nothing.”

“That was smart, but it’s hard to believe Darwin was agreeable to this.”

Thomas still held Molly’s hand. It had grown warmer in his grasp, and he rubbed the top of it with his thumb. “Anna said that Darwin was surprised, but he was rational. She told me she’d been thinking, and she’d decided that she could relocate. She was the happiest I’d ever seen her, like she’d just gotten the best news in the world.”

Molly nodded. “Anna could have done anything she wanted to do. She just never believed in herself.”

Thomas leaned closer. “She said you always believed in her and encouraged her, and now she was going to prove that you were right. She was going to change her life.”

Molly choked back a sob. “I would have helped her. I would have done anything for her and Kate.”

“She knew that, but she also knew she needed to do it on her own. She saw a completely different life ahead of her, and she was ready to make it happen. She found her belief in herself.”

“And then she died.” Molly’s face settled into an angry expression. “She was murdered.”

Thomas released her hand. “It’s true. But I think it’s important for you to know that Anna was on the road to change. She adored you, Molly. You were her hero. And before she died, she felt she could be your equal. That’s an important thing to hang on to. All of the love and effort you gave Anna paid off.”

Molly got up and went to the fireplace. She used the poker to stir the logs, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. “I have so many regrets.”

Thomas hesitated, then went to her side. He put an arm around her. Her shoulders were slender, and he could feel the pent-up tension in her. “If Anna were alive now, would she want you to blame yourself?”

Molly smiled. “Anna didn’t like blame.”

“She was right about that part. Blame doesn’t do anyone any good. She talked about your work with the American Indians and the good things you were accomplishing. You were doing what you were meant to do. Anna would only have resented any effort you made in trying to straighten up her life.”

Molly looked up at him. He could see the sadness in her gaze, but there was also a spark of humor. “You really were her friend, weren’t you?”

“Yes. We were friends.”

“It gives me comfort to know that. She had you to turn to.” Molly stepped closer and brushed a kiss across his cheek.

The kiss was one of gratitude, but Thomas felt it to the bottom of his boots. Molly Harper was a dangerous woman. “You should get some rest,” he said. “Tomorrow is going to be a taxing day.”

She lingered next to him for a moment, as if she were drawing from his strength. When she stepped away, she called the cat to follow her into the bedroom. The door closed, and Thomas settled onto the sofa, wondering if the tumultuous rush of his thoughts would allow him any rest.

AT LEAST THE COWBOY and Molly have come to an agreement. I was getting a little concerned at first. They need each other to find baby Kate, and to bring the murderer to justice.

I took one look at Thomas and knew he hadn’t killed anyone. He’s a rough-and-tumble guy, a cowboy, but there’s a gentleness about him that marks him as one of the good guys. Maybe when we go into town tomorrow I should buy him a white hat. Make him a little more easily identifiable. But I doubt we’ll have time for a shopping spree. Too much to do.

The person who killed Anna is very clever. The evidence they planted shows great skill and knowledge of police procedure. I’m just not sure of the motive—was it to get rid of Anna or was it to steal the baby?

The primary suspect, in my opinion, is the baby’s father, Darwin Goodman. If he wasn’t instrumental in framing Thomas, he sure didn’t help matters when he could have. Was he just allowing Thomas to be the convenient scapegoat, or did he plan this out?

Someone had to know about Anna’s friendship with Thomas. And that someone had to know where the gun was located in Thomas’s house. They had to lure Anna and the baby there, presuming she knew Thomas was camping. That’s a question I’ll have to clear with him tomorrow.

As soon as we get into town and let the sheriff know that Molly has escaped Thomas, we need to go to the scene of the murder. The crime lab techs have scoured the area, I’m sure, but sometimes my eyes are sharper than the humanoids’. I also have the sixth sense of the feline, which is a tremendous asset in working a case.

On another front, we need to stop for supplies. Thomas did the best he could with what was available, but a steady diet of corned beef will clog up my arteries and cloud my brain. I’m thinking fresh shrimp or maybe some rainbow trout. These clear mountain streams are known for the fish. I’ll make sure Molly understands that fine cuisine is part of my contract. After all, I am a very discerning cat.

I think I’ll curl up on the pillow beside Molly and take a snooze. Travel always exhausts me, and this has been one busy day. Tomorrow promises to be even busier. So, sweet dreams, my beautiful Molly. I’ll wake you bright and early in the morning.

Chapter Five

Molly held the map Thomas had drawn for her. With the sun streaming down through the trees, the forest had changed. No longer a place of darkness and danger, it was beautiful, filled with serenity and peace.

“I’ll stop here.” She marked the place where Thomas had drawn a small grocery and gas station, nearly a hundred miles from the cabin. “And call the sheriff to let him know I’m okay.”

“He’s going to want you to come in to the sheriff’s department and talk to him. It would be best if you destroyed the map,” Thomas said. He stood beside her on the porch of the cabin, his hair still rumpled from sleep. He sipped a cup of black coffee and tried to look nonchalant.

She could tell he was worried—and with just cause. She held his fate in her hands. He had no transportation, little money and only enough supplies to last him for three days. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She put her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry, Thomas.”

“The bad thing is that worry is all I can do,” he admitted. “I’m stuck here waiting while you take all the risks.”

“I’ll be back. If I do this, it’ll increase our chances.”

“I know, it’s just hard to sit back and wait. Don’t forget to call the office and talk to Lou Dial. He worked with Anna, too. They were friendly, and she may have made some offhand remark to him that would be a clue.”

“I won’t forget.” Impulsively she hugged Thomas, holding him a split second longer than constituted a friendly hug. “Familiar and I will be back. I promise.”

She got in the SUV, the black cat beside her, and backed away. Thomas stood on the porch, watching. He didn’t wave, but his face showed his concern.

“We can’t afford a mistake, Familiar,” she said as she patted the map on the seat between them. “We don’t have enough gas for an error.”

“Meow,” Familiar agreed. He put his front paws on the dash and scanned the road ahead.

With Familiar navigating, Molly felt a whole lot better. No one would believe the feline capable of reading a map, but she no longer underestimated the black cat detective.

It was still early morning when she pulled into the gas station and filled up the vehicle. Her cell phone had no reception so she got change for the pay phone out front and dialed the sheriff.

“This is Molly Harper,” she said to the clerk who answered.

“Hold for the sheriff,” the young man said.

“Miss Harper,” Sheriff Paul Johnson said when he came on the line. “Are you hurt? Where are you?”

“I’m headed into town,” she said. “Tho— Mr. Lakeman released me and I’m perfectly fine.”

There was a silence. The sheriff was not going to be as easily fooled as she’d hoped.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Somewhere in the foothills of the mountains. I’ve been wandering around for most of the night, lost. But I found this little grocery and—”

“Give me the location, please.”

He was irritated. She told him the name of the store and the road she was on. “How far is it to Jefferson?” she asked.

“About two hours. And you don’t have a clue where you left Mr. Lakeman?”

“I’m sorry, Sheriff. I don’t even know where I am. I woke up this morning in my car and he was gone. I don’t know when he left or which direction he went in. I’ve been driving around, hoping to find some sign of civilization.”

“As soon as you get into town, come by and see me.”

“That’s first on my list of things to do.” She broke the connection before he could say anything else.

When she got back in the SUV, Familiar turned his green gaze on her.

“We’re in trouble with the law, thanks to you.” She reached over and patted his head. “I didn’t tell you last night, but you were right about Thomas. He didn’t kill Anna.”

“Meow.” Familiar batted the keys in the ignition.

“Okay, boy, we’re headed in to beard the lions.”

SHERIFF PAUL JOHNSON was a tall, lean man with a calm voice and piercing blue eyes. He sat back in his chair and eyed Molly in a way that made her skin prickle. She wasn’t used to lying to authority figures—or anyone else.

“So Lakeman just got out of the car and disappeared into the wilderness somewhere.”

“That’s pretty much it.” She felt sweat trickle down the small of her back.

“Did he have a weapon?”

Molly swallowed. “No.”

“How did he convince you to leave with him?”

She thought quickly. “He came rushing out of the back of the jail and grabbed my arm. He demanded that I show him my car. When we got to the rental, he opened the door and pushed me in. I didn’t really resist. I was too surprised to fight him.”

“What did he say?”

She shook her head. She was walking a fine line. If she painted Thomas as some kind of dangerous abductor, things would only get worse for him. But if she acted as if she’d gone willingly, she might find herself in a cell for aiding and abetting an escape.

“He said he was innocent and that he had to prove it.”

The sheriff nodded. “Everybody in jail claims to be innocent. I hope you didn’t fall for that.”

She shrugged. “Everything happened so fast, I didn’t really think. Before I knew it, we were racing down the street with bullets flying. Once we were out of town, there wasn’t a lot of conversation. He seemed intent on getting away, and I was interested only in surviving.”

“You seem to have managed that.” His gaze swept over her. “Not a hair out of place.”

“I was lucky,” she said. “Lakeman only wanted his freedom. I didn’t have anything to offer.”

“What about money?”

She shook her head. “I had only a hundred dollars on me, and he didn’t ask for it.”

“Well, we’ve got his accounts under surveillance and we’re watching his house and friends. If he tries to get money or help, we’ll nab him.”

“Are you finished with me?” Molly rose.

The sheriff cast a long look at her. “For the moment. I have to say, Miss Harper, I’m not completely comfortable with the story you tell. It’s beyond me why you’d assist your sister’s killer in a jailbreak, but my gut instinct tells me that’s exactly what happened.”

“Before you make accusations, you’d better have proof.” Molly forced indignation into her voice.

“Oh, proof gathering often takes time.” The sheriff rose to his feet. “But time is something I have plenty of, Miss Harper. Time and tenacity. That’s the backbone of good law enforcement.” He nodded. “Now you have a good day.”

Molly started to leave, but halfway out the door, she turned back. “I have to tell you, Sheriff, I’m not all that impressed with the efforts you’ve made to find my niece.” She stepped closer. “My brother-in-law, a man who abused my sister, has disappeared. Do you have any leads on him?”

“Darwin Goodman isn’t a suspect.”

“Maybe he should be.” She held her ground though her heart was pounding.

“Are you telling me how to run my investigations?” he asked.

“Do you need someone to tell you how to do it?” She was making a serious enemy. Perhaps it wasn’t wise, but the sheriff had angered her. “As important as it is to find Anna’s killer, it’s more important to find Kate.”

“There’s no evidence the baby is still alive. We have our evidence and our belief is that the baby may have drowned.”

If his words were meant to upset her, they only hardened her anger. “There’s no evidence she’s dead.” Her fingers curled around the note in her pocket. Kate was alive. She was. Molly felt it. The only thing that kept her from showing Paul Johnson the note was the implied threat that something would happen to Kate if she notified the law.

“Miss Harper, I hardly find your talents as a sales-woman enough to qualify you as a forensic expert.”

The sheriff had revealed that he’d checked her background. She was, indeed, on thin ice. “My love for Anna and Kate is what qualifies me. If someone else were searching for Kate, I wouldn’t have to.”

“This is your first and only warning. Stay out of the way. We’re going to find Lakeman and bring him in. He’ll stand trial for the murder of Anna Goodman, and maybe after a few months in jail, he’ll feel compelled to tell us what he did with the baby.”

Molly lifted her chin to stare him down. “I’m going to find Kate. In doing so, I’ll find my sister’s killer. Whoever it is, they’re going to be punished.” She took a breath. “Whoever it is, Sheriff.”

“Don’t leave town, Miss Harper.”

“I don’t intend to leave until I have Kate in my arms. My sister left her home to me. I’d like the key, please.” But she saw from his look that Johnson had no intention of complying. She turned and left the office, her heart hammering, expecting with every step that a deputy would grab her arm and detain her. But she stepped into the February sunshine and took hurried steps toward the SUV where she could see Familiar peeking out the open window.

She got in, started the vehicle and drove away. Behind her, a patrol car pulled into the road. She was being followed, and not even with subtlety.

“I think I may have stepped in it, Familiar.” She gave the cat a rundown of her conversation with the sheriff.

In fifteen minutes she found herself parked outside her sister’s home. The patrol car pulled to the side of the road and parked a good distance behind her.

Molly got out, and with Familiar at her side, she walked slowly to the front door of the house that was obviously empty. Thomas had told her that Anna had left the house to her. It wasn’t a crime scene and she had legal right to enter. If Anna had been planning on leaving Darwin, there might be a clue to her intended destination in the house. Such a clue might lead to Kate’s whereabouts. As hard as it was going to be, she had to look.

When they were growing up, their mom had always left a spare key hidden somewhere around the back door. Molly checked around the shutters and under potted plants until she found what she sought beneath a geranium. She inserted the key in the door only to find it already unlocked. She pushed it open slowly.

THOMAS SAT AT THE TABLE and reviewed the chart he’d made. Four hours had passed since Molly had left, but it seemed like half a lifetime. The time line he was creating was an effort to account for every minute of the Friday before Anna was killed—a way of passing the time until Molly returned.

He’d worked until six o’clock Friday evening. On the drive home, he’d called a few buddies, trying to talk them into a Saturday camping trip. All had refused, saying it was too cold. But it wasn’t too cold for Thomas. He loved the icy air and the winter stars over a meadow.

Had he not gone camping, could he have saved Anna?

During his stay in jail, he’d asked himself that question many times. He didn’t have an answer.

He’d gotten home at six-thirty, and while he was having a drink, he’d heard a knock at the front door. Curious, he’d opened it to find a smiling Anna, baby Kate on her hip.

Surprise had been his reaction. Normally when Anna visited it was because she was scared or hurt. That night she’d had a smile that went from ear to ear.

“I’m leaving Darwin,” she’d said. “Kate and I are going to build a new life. I’m going back to school.”

She’d been full of plans and dreams. She’d drunk a glass of iced tea and talked, her happiness spilling over. Something had changed her, something dramatic. Thomas had asked her about it, but she’d only shaken her head and laughed. “I’m finally growing up. Molly would be proud.”

She’d left, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He’d told her he would be camping but would be back Sunday evening. She’d left with a promise to see him after the weekend.

He’d closed the door, finished cooking his dinner and gone to bed early so he could rise with the sun and head for the Ozarks.

Nothing he saw or felt on Saturday morning with the weak February sun burning away the fog had prepared him for the events of that day—or what would follow. He hadn’t even allowed himself time to mourn Anna’s death. He’d been too busy fighting for his own freedom, trying to convince the sheriff that he was innocent.