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and the way she walks is not the way Cameron walked."

"Let's watch again, to be completely sure," Flemmons said in a very neutral voice. I sat up straighter and watched again. This time it was possible to take more notice of the little things.

The woman in the parking lot film was toting a huge purse that I didn't think my sister would ever choose. Granted, people's tastes changed as they grew up and grew older, but I didn't think Cameron's choice of purses would be that drastically different. The shopping woman wore high heels with her dress slacks, and Cameron disdained heels for everyday wear. She could have changed her style in shoes as well as purses, though. I wasn't wearing the same accessories I'd had in high school. But the shape of the woman's face, and the way the woman in the film moved along at a fast clip with her shoulders hunched a little forward... no, I was sure this woman wasn't Cameron.

"Definitely not," I said, after the second viewing. I was a lot calmer now. The shock was over, and the reality of another dashed hope had settled in.

Rudy Flemmons looked down for a minute, and I wondered what expression he was concealing. "All right," he said quietly. "All right. I'll tell Pete Gresham. By the way, he asked me to tell you hello."

I nodded. Now that I'd seen this film clip, and I knew the woman in it wasn't my sister, I was very curious about the man who'd called it in.

I tried to ask some questions, but Detective Flemmons wasn't spilling any beans. "I'll let you know if more information comes in," he said, and I had to be dissatisfied with that.

I redeployed my umbrella and dashed back to the car, feeling the phone in my pocket vibrate as I shook the umbrella off and got into the driver's seat. I tossed the umbrella into the rear, slammed the door, and opened the phone.

"Mariah Parish did have a baby," Victoria Flores said.

"Should you be telling me that?"

"I've already talked to Lizzie Joyce. I'm tracking down the kid now. Since Lizzie hired me, I've spent hours on the computer, and I've gotten out and done some legwork. This whole thing is weird, I'm telling you. Since she said you could talk to me, I take that to mean I can talk to you, too." Victoria, who'd always seemed so closemouthed and prosaic, was practically bubbling.

"That doesn't exactly follow, but you know I'm not going to tell anyone." I admit, I was curious myself.

"Want to have dinner together? I figure you're not getting to chat to too many people since your sweetie's in the hospital."

"That sounds good."

"Okay, how about the Outback? There's one close to the hospital." She gave directions, and I said I'd meet her there at six thirty.

I was not a little surprised that Victoria was being so forthcoming. In fact, her interest in talking to me was almost odd. But the truth was, I was feeling lonely. It felt good to know someone wanted to talk to me. Iona had called exactly once to ask after Tolliver, but that conversation had been brief and dutiful.

Hospitals are all self-contained worlds, and this one was spinning relentlessly along on its own axis. When I got to Tolliver's room, he'd been taken away for tests, but no one could tell me what tests or why he was having them.

I felt oddly forlorn. Even Tolliver, confined to a hospital, wasn't where I thought he'd be. My cell phone rang, and I started guiltily. I wasn't supposed to have it on in the hospital. But I answered it.

"Harper? Are you all right?"

"Manfred! How are you?" I was smiling.

"I got the feeling you were in trouble, and I had to call. Is this a bad time?"

"I'm glad you called," I said, probably more fervently than I should have.

"Oh, well, then," he said. "I'll be on the next plane." He was only half joking. Manfred Bernardo, developing psychic, was younger than I by three or four years, but he'd never made any bones about how attractive he found me.

"I'm lonely because Tolliver got shot," I said, and immediately realized how egocentric that sounded. After I'd explained to Manfred what had happened, he got all excited. He was actually serious about coming to Texas to "give you a shoulder to cry on," as he put it. I was absurdly touched, and for a crazy minute I considered saying yes. It would be