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and wished she felt something, anything. Perhaps it was time. Talk was something they hadn’t done in what seemed like forever. She couldn’t go on with the way things were. The steady pounding in her head told her as much. “I’ll be home by five.”

    Relief swept across his face. “I’ll make reservations for six-thirty.” He brushed warm lips fleetingly across her cheek. “I promise you won’t be sorry.”
    Madison watched him walk away. He’d promised her the same thing once before and hadn’t been able to keep that promise. Madison was painfully aware that he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise this time, either.
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    The last day before hiatus was always hectic and today proved no different. There were the repeat shows to be finalized, the topics and possible locations for future shows to be decided on, and, of course, there were always the ratings to be considered, and the competition.
    Madison and Gordon were seated at a small table in her office when the door opened. Frowning, Madison glanced up. She had asked Traci, her secretary/assistant, that she not be disturbed.
    Puzzlement turned to concern as Traci, flanked by two uniformed policemen, entered the room. Her young face was parchment-white.
    Madison came to her feet, ready to defend the young woman who had been her assistant for the past six months. She’d worked with Traci long enough to know she wasn’t the type of person to break the law. “You don’t have to be afraid, Tract—I’m sure there has been some misunderstanding, and I’ll help fix it.”
    â€œMs. Reed, I’m so sorry,” Traci murmured, as tears slid silently down her pale cheeks.
    Madison shifted her attention from her trembling assistant to the solemn faces of the policemen. Dread slithered down her spine. Without being aware of it, she reached out for the support of the table.
    She had interviewed too many people on her show not to have an idea of what the policemen’s serious faces meant. She quickly ruled out their visit having anything to do with her parents or her older sister who lived in Newark. If anything had happened to them, she would have received a phone call.
    â€œIt’s Wes, isn’t it?” she asked, barely able to push the words past the growing constriction in her throat.
    The older of the two policemen stepped forward, his brimmed hat in his hands. “I’m sorry, Ms. Reed, to have to tell you this, but your husband
has been injured in an accident on the freeway while trying to help a motorist change a tire.”
    Madison felt arms go around her. In some part of her swirling mind she knew they belonged to Gordon, but she was unable to take her eyes from the policeman. “H-how bad is it?”
    â€œHe was airlifted to Parkland. I think it’s best you get over there as soon as possible.”

THREE
    Z ACHARY HOLMAN CAREENED INTO Parkland Hospital’s emergency-room parking lot and braked sharply behind two older-model cars. He didn’t see an empty space and had no intention of wasting precious time trying to find one. Jumping out of his truck, he sprinted toward the automatic doors.
    â€œHey! You can’t park there!”
    Out of the corner of his eye, Zachary saw a security guard rushing toward him. Zachary kept going.
    â€œYou’ll be towed!” the rotund guard warned.
    Zachary flipped his keys. Startled, eyes wide, the man reflexively caught them in midair. “I’m sorry,” Zachary said, and ran faster.
    He didn’t stop until he stood in front of a glass enclosure labeled ADMISSIONS in block lettering. A woman in an animal-print smock looked up from entering data into a computer. Her eyes rounded on seeing the blood staining his shirt and pants.
    â€œIt’s not mine,” Zachary said, his fists clenching as he fought the tightness in his throat. The Care Flight attendant had thought the same thing.