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sweetheart.”
    “Love you, Jack!”
    “Love you, Daddy.”
    With a small, but warm smile, Tim stepped into the hall, followed by his wife. God, he'd hated being away from them. And, dear God, he was glad they were here now.
    “I missed you,” he said, taking his wife's hand.
    “Me too,” she said, pulling the door shut with her free hand.
    She was beautiful, he thought. Several inches shorter than him, Gwen was one of the most regal young actresses around, her chinalike skin offset by soft brown hair. She had a small mouth, lips that were full and always plush with color, and long legs. Although her father was American, she claimed her mother's homeland, England, as her own, and in fact she had lived almost half her life there. Though she could convincingly play any kind of American, she was a natural for English roles, and just last year she'd been nominated for an Oscar for her part in a Jane Austen adaptation.
    Standing there in the hallway, Tim reached out, took her into his arms, and kissed her. “Hi.”
    She came into his arms without a wisp of resistance. “We worked everything out this afternoon—we'll be able to stay for the rest of your shoot.”
    His lips touched her forehead. “That's great.”
    “Are you okay? Is something the matter?”
    “No, I just need to talk to Vic, that's all.”
    “Where'd you go earlier?”
    He shrugged and grinned. “Out.”
    Eyeing him suspiciously, she said, “Tim?”
    “It was my first time off, the first time I could get away since I got here. I just wanted to escape… so I did. I just drove around, that's all.”
    She rolled her eyes knowingly and shook her head. “I just hope to hell you were careful.”
    “Aren't I always?”
    “Yes, but…”
    “But what?”
    “This is a new city. The people are different here.” She shrugged. “Did you take Vic with you?”
    “No, I didn't need to.”
    “Oh, Tim. I don't know. Anything could happen. I just worry about you so, that's all, particularly since that creep started stalking us.”
    “Don't worry, we're in the Midwest now and there's nothing to be afraid of. You just have to trust me, Gwenny. Believe me, I love you, I love our son, I love our life together. I'm not going to screw that up.”
    She took a deep breath, ran her slender fingers through his hair. “Okay, then, my hero.” She kissed him. “Good night.”
    “I love you.”
    “I love you too.”
    “Will I see you for breakfast?”
    “I think I need to sleep. How about Maggie, Jack, and I drop by the set sometime late morning?”
    As he headed off, knowing he had to find Vic before going to bed, Tim Chase said, “Sounds great.”

5
     
    A good reporter was never afraid and never excited, just prepared.
    So as Bradley drove Todd's Cherokee to the live shot, Todd sat in the passenger seat scribbling away in his reporter's notebook, one of those elongated pads. He was writing it all down in detail, exactly what he'd say in those thirty-five seconds of voice-over, though of course he knew from experience that he wouldn't end up reading it word for word. Somehow it just never turned out that way, somehow he always ended up punting. After all, as they said whenever there was a screwup, why do you think they call it live TV?
    But how was he going to come at this thing? In many ways Todd had the perfect situation, the best of both worlds. Not only did he have the crime scene footage, which viewers always wanted to see, but he was going to be shooting live from this other location. In other words, he would have something no one else would, not to mention an entirely different angle. But he was going to have to be careful. On the one hand the police hadn't officially released details of Andrew's sexuality, yet on the other Cindy Wilson already knew. And whatever was in her head would come out her mouth, of that Todd was sure.
    Fortunately it was only a matter of eight blocks to the live shot, straight out to Lyndale, then directly north to Franklin, and