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haunt her. “I can’t prove it. If my own family didn’t stand behind me then, what chance have I got now?”
    “You were never charged with anything.” 
    Perhaps she hadn’t been arrested, but the town of Weldon had found her guilty ten years ago, and she was willing to bet they hadn’t put a statute of limitations on the anger they felt for her. Helping to prove her an unfit mother would give them a small measure of satisfaction.  “Well, I think a lot of people back home would disagree, and it sure won’t look good to a judge. Particularly when Andrew’s lawyers could twist the lies to suit their needs.”
    “I’ll speak to Erik when he gets home. Maybe he can reason with Andrew before it gets to that point,” Maggie said.
    Andrew Sinclair, reasonabl e? In a better frame of mind Caitlin might have found that funny.
    “I won’t hold my breath on that one. I have to go. I have to take care of something right away.”
    Disappointment spread across Maggie’s face. “What about dinner tonight?”
    “I’m sorry. I’ll have to take a rain check.”
    She collected her son and was out the door before Maggie could lodge another protest. She had nothing but murder on her mind. Or something worse.
    * * * *
    Caitlin leaned back against the elevator wall and cuddled Tyler closer. She had just gotten him to sleep; maybe because he was aware of his mother’s tension, he had cried all the way into the city.
    How could Andrew be so cruel? She didn’t ask him for anything. Anyone else in her position would have taken him to the cleaners without a second thought.
    Caitlin tried to calm her heartbeat, but her thoughts continued to race. What did he hope to gain? Was there some victory in taking her child from her? She would disappear before she let that happen.
    She could go back to Singapore. She had received many job offers while she lived there and was sure that some of them were still open. Could the authorities make her come back?
    The elevator came to a stop at the twenty-fifth floor and the doors opened wide. She picked up the diaper bag and walked out into the reception area of Sinclair Electronics. The plush, uptown offices bustled with activity.
    “May I help you?” the receptionist asked.
    “I’d like to speak with Mr. Andrew Sinclair,” Caitlin forced out with saccharine sweetness.
    “Your name, please?”
    “Caitlin Adams.”
    The woman looked over her appointment calendar and then back to her. “You don’t seem to have an appointment”
    “No, I don’t.”
    “Mr. Sinclair doesn’t see anyone without an appointment”
    “He’ll see me. Just call him.”
    “I’m sorry, but he has a rather tight schedule today. Perhaps if you leave a message. .
    “No, thank you.” Caitlin walked right past the receptionist and into the hallway.
    “You can’t go in there,” the woman shouted after her.
    “Call security,” Caitlin tossed back and continued her search down the corridors.
    She walked through the maze of offices, pausing just long enough to read the names on the doors. The longer she searched, the hotter her temper rose, until there was not one ounce of reason in her. Poor Tyler was getting bounced around in his carrier as she moved quickly down the halls but she couldn’t waste any time.
    She finally saw the office at the end of a hall: Andrew Sinclair. President. Before she reached the door, a security guard blocked her path. She made one attempt to pass him, but he stood tall and put his hand on his gun.
    “Excuse me, miss. You’ll have to leave.”
    She raised her head defiantly. “What are you going to do? Shoot me while I’m holding a baby?”
    A crowd began to form, watching them with morbid curiosity.
    “Well, go on. Shoot me.”
    Her raised voice woke Tyler with a start and he began to cry. She lifted him out of the strap-on carrier and held him against her shoulder, patting him gently. The disturbance in the hall got the desired result Andrew opened his office door to