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you came to find them.”

      “That’s right.”

      “Tell me what happened when you arrived?”

      “I already told the Freemont cop.”

      “But you need to tell me.” Zach pulled out a notebook and held a pen over the tablet. He glanced at the young father and waited.

      The sergeant clenched his hands. A muscle in his thick neck twitched.

      Zach voiced his concern. “Does it make you angry to talk about what you saw, Corporal Powers?”

      “I found my wife on the floor of this clinic. If it hadn’t been for the doc, Mary Kate would have bled out. How would that make you feel?”

      “Worried about my wife’s condition.”

      “I was also worried about my girls. I thought they’d been killed. I was frantic.”

      “And angry?” Zach added. “Perhaps at your wife for leaving you and taking the children?”

      The corporal shook his head. “I was angry that my wife was hurt, and fearful for my daughters. When I found them unharmed and sound asleep, I...I lost it.” Hugh pulled in a ragged breath and rubbed his neck.

      “You and your wife married when?”

      “Five years ago. Soon after the girls were born. Mary Kate was living in the Savannah area. I was stationed at Fort Stewart.”

      “She was pregnant when you met?”

      “That’s correct.”

      “Did you adopt the girls?” Zach asked.

      “I’m their father.” Anger flashed in his eyes. “Yes, I adopted them.”

      Other questions came to mind, like who was the biological father, but at that moment, Officer Abrams entered the room and nodded to Zach.

      He posed one final question. “You’re staying with your in-laws?”

      “I am.” The corporal nodded. “But right now, I want to go to the hospital and be with my wife.”

      “Looks like the Freemont police need to ask you some more questions.” Zach handed the soldier his card. “Contact me if you remember anything else.”

      He handed a second card to Abrams. “I’ll be in touch.”

      “You’re taking the doc to the Freemont Hospital?”

      “Roger that.”

      Zach returned to the office and studied the bloodstains on the floor. From the position of the blood spatter, he guessed Mary Kate had probably awakened, heard a noise and stumbled into the room, where the intruder had attacked her physically and then shot her with his weapon. Yet the doctor hadn’t mentioned hearing gunfire.

      He walked to where Taylor was lifting prints off the doctor’s desk. “I was at Fort Rickman when the storm hit tonight. We had a lot of lightning and thunder. Was it the same around here?”

      The young cop nodded. “Sounded like explosive blasts, one after another. Don’t know when I’ve heard such deafening claps of thunder.”

      “Loud enough to muffle a gunshot?” Zach asked.

      Taylor hesitated for a moment and then nodded. “As loud as Mother Nature was tonight, anything could have been masked by the storm.”

      “Yet the doctor heard a scream.”

      “Which could have come between the lightning strikes. I don’t think that’s a problem, if you’re wondering about what the doc remembers. Sergeant Abrams said she’s got a bit of amnesia on top of shock. Her memory might return with time.”

      Zach peered down at the top of the desk. “Have you found any good prints?”

      “A few partials. Whether we’ll be able to identify anyone from them is the question. They’re probably Dr. Jacobsen’s or the nurse who works for her. I told you that we took the doc’s prints earlier. We’ll get the nurse’s tomorrow. Won’t take long before we know if we’ve got a match. I’m sure Sergeant Abrams will keep you informed.”

      “He’s got my number.”

      An engraved invitation embossed with a caduceus logo and printed on heavy ecru card stock caught Zach’s attention. He leaned closer, not wanting to touch anything on the desk until Taylor had finished his work.

      “Cordially invited... Medical Symposium... Atlanta...” The event was scheduled for the upcoming Friday.

      Zach rubbed his jaw. Somehow he couldn’t see the rural doc fitting in at what appeared, from the fancy invitation, to be a rather highbrow event. Although maybe there was more to Ella Jacobsen than he realized.

      The sound of footsteps caused him to look up as she entered the office. She was wearing gray slacks and a matching rust-colored sweater set. From the damp hair that curled around her face, he guessed she had taken time to shower.

      As she stepped closer, he inhaled a fresh floral scent that contrasted sharply with the stale air in the clinic. A roomful of law enforcement types working extended shifts late into the night didn’t do much for air quality.

      “I appreciate you driving me to the hospital.” Her apologetic smile looked more like a grimace. “I doubt there’s anything wrong with me other than some scrapes and bruises, yet I always encourage my patients to be examined after any significant injury. I wouldn’t be much of a doctor if I didn’t practice what I preached.”

      “Going to the hospital is a good decision.”

      She glanced at Officer Taylor. “I usually don’t leave my desk in such disarray.” She tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. “I saw the man standing over it. Maybe he went through my papers.”

      Taylor pointed to an open cabinet. “Looks like he was going through your patient files, too, ma’am.”

      “I can’t imagine why.”

      “Have you treated anyone recently that might not want their diagnosis revealed?” Zach asked. “Most folks don’t want their medical information to end up in the wrong hands.”

      “I deal mainly with Amish children. I can’t think of anything significant that my patients or their families would want to keep secret.”

      “What about the twins’ condition? Is there any reason for that not to get out?”

      Dr. Jacobsen shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

      “Maybe we’ll find a match with one of the prints,” Taylor said.

      “Are you going to talk to my nurse in the morning?” she asked.

      “Yes, ma’am. I’ll get her prints then.”

      Zach pointed to the door. “If you’re ready?”

      She took a step forward and then hesitated. “I need to tell someone to turn off the lights and lock up when they leave.”

      The concern for her clinic was understandable. “I’ll talk to Sergeant Abrams,” Zach said. “Wait here and I’ll be back in a minute.”

      He hurried to the treatment room where Corporal Powers stood with his back to the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. Antagonism was clearly written on his face. Abrams saw Zach and stepped into the hallway.

      “I’m taking the doctor to the ER in town,” Zach explained. “She’s worried about her clinic and asked that the lights be turned off and the doors locked when you leave.”

      Abrams nodded. “We’ll be here until the crime scene folks are finished. Could take most of the night, but tell her I’ll make sure we leave the place secure.”

      “Hopefully, we’ll be back before then, but knowing how slow