Images of Caleb’s dead lawyer lying on the floor bleeding kept flashing through her mind and she feared this time she was the one who’d suffer a night terror instead of Kaitlin. When there was a soft rap on the door, she literally shot to her feet, her heart thundering in her chest. Using the peephole she verified that it was Caleb standing there before she unlatched the dead bolt and opened the door. She tensed when she realized Caleb wasn’t alone, although it didn’t take long for her to recognize that the man standing next to him was the same guy from the photograph in the newspaper. The one where they’d rescued a small child. “Grab your key and come outside for a moment,” Caleb whispered. She did as he requested, staying near the closed door so that she’d be sure to hear Kaitlin if the little girl woke up crying. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Noelle, this is Declan Shaw,”
