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call Lillian from the condo that afternoon before he called Rosalie to report back on his visit to the art dealer.
    “You’re not giving up?” his stepmother asked plaintively.
    “I’ve run out of leads, and I need to get back to work.”
    “You believe what that woman told you?”
    He thought a moment. “Yes. I’m sure she was telling the truth.”
    “Men can be so stupid when it comes to a pretty face.”
    He started to say Rosalie’s face wasn’t pretty, but it was. Very pretty. Maybe beautiful. When she forgot to be wary and angry.
    “If you couldn’t get anywhere with the sympathy angle, have you tried the famous Danby charm to get her to tell you where my grandchild is?”
    “Lillian, there is no grandchild.”
    “Without a death certificate, you can’t be sure of that.”
    “But I can’t get a death certificate if I don’t know the child’s name, or when or where it may have died.” Or was born.
    He sat up straighter in his chair.
    Damn. Why hadn’t he realized that there could be more than one reason Márya wasn’t pregnant when she came to L.A.? The blasted lady lawyer might have tricked him after all.
    “Morgan, talk to her one more time.”
    He would definitely talk to Ms. Walker one more time. The sexy, scheming little …
    Sexy? How could he still think of the lying lady lawyer as sexy?
    “All right, Lillian.”
    Luckily, the art dealer’s enthusiasm for the paintings by Ms. Walker’s mother gave Morgan a perfect pretense for seeing her again. He said goodbye to his stepmother and punched in Ms. Walker’s number. A few minutes later he disconnected with a smile. An appointment for Monday afternoon was perfect.
    The first thing Rosalie noticed when Morgan walked into her office on Monday afternoon was that he didn’t have the two paintings with him.
    Well, that was the second thing she noticed, after taking in how good he looked in designer black jeans, white shirt, and brown suede jacket. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling at him. She gestured him to a chair and sat down, expecting a report on his visit to the art gallery.
    Instead she got a sucker punch to the gut.
    “How many weeks’ pregnant did you say Márya Mendelev was when you first met her?”
    “Three months’.”
    He watched her face carefully as she answered, but it was the truth. That was what she’d said. She knew she was a bad liar, so she’d made a mental note of her exact words.
    Still, her heart beat a jerky rhythm from the surprise attack she’d barely managed to deflect. What had happened to make him suspicious again?
    “And she filed for protection in L.A. three months later?”
    Rosalie remained frozen, afraid any move, the slightest change in facial expression, might give her away. “Approximately. I’d have to check the exact date.”
    “Which means that the child could have been born in the meantime. A six-month pregnancy isn’t all that unusual.”
    “It’s rare enough.” She thanked her legal training for the ability to focus on the facts, not the rush of adrenalin speeding through her system. “Rarer than a miscarriage due to a violent attack on the mother. You’re clutching at straws, Mr. Danby.”
    “But if Charlie beat this woman …” Rosalie flinched. “If his attack on Ms. Mendelev resulted in the death of an unborn child, why wasn’t a police report filed?”
    On firmer ground, she took a deep breath. “The assault occurred in Yosemite, on federal land. The death would be reported in the city of Merced. Ms. Mendelev and her attacker lived in rural Merced County. Even if she hadn’t been grief-stricken and justifiably frightened to death of Charlie, to whom would she report it? Feds? Police? Sheriff?”
    “Wouldn’t the hospital report it to the police in Merced?” he asked with a nasty smile.
    “They might have if she hadn’t lied and told them she fell.”
    “The hospital believed her injuries were due to a fall?”
    “Of course not. But as long as she stuck to