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but she should have known better. Yet how could she, when his helicopter had given her the time to approve the final changes in the caterer's menu, then spend an hour with Jason in human resources finalizing details on procedures for the screening of candidates at the open house.  
    She'd even managed a fifteen-minute telephone meeting with a local television producer, with the result that the TV station had decided to put Around Seattle's camera outside Tremaine's from three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Great exposure, and who knew: The extra publicity might tempt some hot but dissatisfied developer from Microsoft to print off a copy of his resume and meander down to Tremaine's.
    Once Cal offered his helicopter, there hadn't been any real choice, but she wished she hadn't agreed to let him fly her back tomorrow morning. Unless Dorothy got out of the hospital today, she'd have Kippy with her, and she wasn't willing to spend two hours locked in a helicopter with Cal while he fired off a stream of questions about the baby in her arms.
    Somehow, between now and tomorrow morning, she had to come up with an excuse to get out of that ride in Cal's helicopter.
    She wasn't sure exactly when she'd be able to pick up Kippy from the foster home—shortly after the hearing, she assumed. If so, she would take Kippy to the hospital to visit Dorothy, then head to Dorothy's house on Gabriola to pack enough baby clothes to last a week or ten days—however long it took for Dorothy to return home able to care for the baby. Dorothy must have some kind of virus, stomach problems, maybe ulcers. Whatever it was, her grandmother had insisted it wasn't serious.
    Samantha would straighten out the authorities, pick up Kippy, talk to the doctor, and head for one of the early ferries to Vancouver tomorrow morning. Hopefully, Kippy would sleep most of the journey, though she might be restless, upset by living with strangers, and then being taken off to strange places by her Aunt Samantha.
    Why couldn't the social workers use their energy seizing children who needed to be removed from their homes? Any fool could see Dorothy had more mothering skills in her baby finger than any ten foster mothers.
    Cal would be angry tonight when she called him to cancel tomorrow's helicopter ride. And curious. Better to have him angry at her ducking out, than to let him see Kippy. The last twenty-four hours had proved that given enough information and enough rope, Cal could end up running her life. He was good at running things, but she’d drawn a firm boundary of privacy around herself from the beginning. The rest of the world had to live with unsatisfied curiosity. Why should he be different?
    Samantha parked the rental car outside Dexter Ames's offices and yanked out her cell phone. After a minute on hold, she was put through to June.
    "How’s the nanny search going?"  
    "Two good candidates," June told her. "A fifty-year-old retired nurse who's an active grandmother, and a twenty-four-year-old single mom with her own two-month-old baby. They're both reliable, good references, both looking for full-time work but willing to take something temporary meanwhile. The single mom would be bringing her own child with her."
    Yet June had short-listed the girl along with the grandmother. "If you were hiring one of them yourself, June, which would you pick?"
    "The single mom. I saw her with her baby."
    "I need her to start at eight tomorrow."
    One more detail resolved.
    She switched the cell phone off, locked the rental car, and crossed the street to Dexter Ames's office. She thought of Dorothy's house, empty, silent. What if her grandmother was much sicker than she'd said?
    Samantha pulled open the door to the lawyer's office and announced herself. She'd expected to wait, but was shown right in.  
    Dexter greeted her with a handshake and a frown. "The Ministry of Children and Families took your niece into custody Tuesday night on the recommendation of your grandmother's