Forgotten Lullaby by Rita Herron Page B

since high school. She never mentioned it.”
    â€œHe was arrested for selling stolen goods a year ago, but the charges didn’t stick.” Warner scratched hisbalding head. “No charges for violence or assault, though.”
    Warner stepped into the alcove, his voice hushed, his gaze scanning the outer premises. “Have you considered taking your wife away for a while?”
    â€œI thought about it, but the doctor thinks being home might jog her memory,” Grant said. “I’m installing a security system as soon as possible.”
    â€œGood idea, Mr. Wadsworth. And you might want to get an unlisted number, too. Just to be on the safe side.”
    Warner glanced at Kate. “You’re Mrs. Wadsworth’s sister, right?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œMa’am, you and your sister get along all right?”
    Kate’s eyes narrowed. “Of course we do. What are you implying?”
    Warner chewed his cheek. “Nothing, ma’am. Just doing my job. I need to account for everybody’s whereabouts the night of the wreck.” He looked almost apologetic. “Can you tell me where you were about ten o’clock that night?”
    Kate’s mouth tightened. “I was at my apartment.”
    â€œCan someone verify your story?” Warner asked.
    â€œNo, I’m afraid not. I’d just come home from a trip and I was tired, so I turned in early.” She glanced hastily at Grant. “I was asleep when Grant called me from the hospital. You know, Grant, you woke me up.”
    â€œThat’s right,” Grant said.
    Warner nodded. “I’ve been checking your list. So far, your boss, Carl Rodgers, and your housekeeper, Martha Greer, have alibis. Mrs. Greer spent the evening with her daughter. Got her daughter’s message machine, but she’s out of town right now, so we’ll check withher in a couple of days.” Warner ran his thumb down the names on his notepad. “Still need to talk with the people you work with, particularly Priscilla Weston and Pete Landers.”
    Grant told Warner about their trip to Paris as he walked Warner to the door. “Mr. Wadsworth, I hate to ask you this again, but it’s important I know. Were you and your wife having marital problems? Were you having an affair?”
    â€œI told you no,” Grant said. “I love my wife.”
    Warner studied his boots for a long minute. “Could Mrs. Wadsworth have been seeing someone?” He paused. “Say, maybe her boss?”
    Fury streaked through Grant. “No, I don’t think so,” he said between clenched teeth.
    â€œThat’s ridiculous,” Kate added. “Emma would never be unfaithful.”
    Warner stared at them. “Then your wife might have stumbled onto some illegal business while she worked with him. McGuire might have tried to kill her to keep her quiet. I’ll check it out.”
    â€œI hope you make it fast,” Grant said. “I don’t want anything else to happen to Emma.”

Chapter Six
    Emma tried to relax on the sofa while Carly cooed and batted her hands from her baby swing, obviously enthralled by the soft litany of children’s music floating from the CD player. But Grant was making arrangements for a security system to be installed, a reminder of the horrible threats on her life. And since coming home hadn’t triggered her memory, she wondered again if she should stay at Kate’s.
    Only, Kate’s constant worrying was driving her crazy. In addition, her sister had made male-bashing her favorite pastime. Had Kate always disliked men so much? Or was her animosity for the opposite sex due to her recent divorce? And if Kate thought Emma and Grant had a good marriage, why did she seem hostile toward him?
    Emma bit her lip in frustration, the trauma of the last few days taking its toll. She thumbed through one of the photo albums of Carly. She seemed like a happy well-adjusted baby.