“Believe me, I know how ridiculous it sounds. But when you first fall for someone . . .” Bree’s words slowed. “There’s this high . . . Everything is shiny and new. And anything feels possible.”

Eddie didn’t look convinced.

“Shane protected you,” Mercy said. “He told the investigators you were male. For decades, he stuck to the story.”

Is that romantic or creepy?

Bree looked away from Mercy’s gaze. “I know. He’d told me while we were dating that he’d take care of me until he died.”

Creepy. Definitely creepy.

“Did you communicate with him?”

Pain flashed as Bree’s cracked lips stretched into a grimace. “Yes. We’d made a promise that if we were separated after the robbery, we’d communicate through the personals in the Midnight Voice. Back then the magazine printed personal ads.”

“Isn’t that from a movie?” Eddie’s forehead wrinkled.

“Yes. One of Madonna’s.”

“What did you tell each other through the ads?” Mercy asked, making a plan to find old issues. An awkward way to communicate.

Bree shrugged. “The usual. ‘Love until death.’ I said I’d wait for him, but when he was convicted of killing another inmate, I knew he’d never get out of prison until we both were old.” She snorted. “I thought age fifty was over the hill back then.” Her sigh filled the room. “I stopped responding and reading the ads after his conviction. It was one of the hardest things I ever did.”

“What did you think when Tabitha Huff said she had a message for you?”

Her hand quivered as she gently touched a bruise on her cheek. “I was terrified. Even though her message said to be careful, and she wouldn’t tell me who it was from, I assumed it was from Trevor. I was already getting notes from him. I thought he’d discovered how Shane and I used to communicate and sent her to scare me.”

“But she talked to Sandy too,” Mercy mentioned.

“That confused me. Sandy had nothing to do with the robbery or my past.”

“Tabitha was investigating the robbery, and since both of you were targeted with graffiti, she thought that Sandy might be involved too.” Mercy’s heart ached at the sadness in Bree’s single opened eye. “Tabitha figured out the driver was female. Shane must have accidentally implied it . . . although I find that hard to believe,” Mercy said thoughtfully. “He doesn’t say anything without a purpose.”

Part of her first interview with Gamble rose in her mind. “When I first told him we’d found a body we believed was associated with the robbery, he was extremely tense and desperate for information. But after a minute he suddenly relaxed.” Mercy thought hard, trying to remember the conversation. “I must have referred to the remains as ‘he,’ which told him the remains weren’t yours. He was only concerned that you had died.”

Bree didn’t say anything.

“But instead you married, had a wonderful son, and helped hundreds of children.” Mercy tipped her head the slightest bit as she held Bree’s gaze. “You never felt the need to come forward?”

Bree visibly crumpled. “I was terrified, and the longer I waited, the deeper I dug my own hole. It’s no excuse, but I was barely an adult. I didn’t want to go to prison, and I worried the police would hound me about the other thieves. I knew nothing. I didn’t have the guts to turn myself in.” She coughed and flinched with pain. “I’ve lived with that guilt for nearly thirty years. I’d decide to confess and then chicken out. Over and over. No one was supposed to die,” she said earnestly, looking at both agents.

“What happened in the cabin when people started to get paranoid?” Mercy asked.

“Trevor and Ellis argued nonstop. Ellis wanted to leave; Trevor fought to stay, stating the entire United States was probably looking for us.”

“And then?”

“We’d already divided the money into four portions. I got Shane’s to hold until he got out of prison.” She took a huge breath. “Ellis said he was leaving. He packed up his things . . . Trevor shot him and claimed Ellis’s money. Terrified we were next, Nathan and I told Trevor he’d done the right thing by stopping Ellis.” She looked at Mercy. “We snuck out that night.”

“Trevor says you shot Ellis.”

Bree’s mouth dropped open. “He’s lying. He and Ellis constantly fought.”

“I thought they were best friends.”

“Maybe before the robbery. Shane was the glue that held the four of them together. Without Shane, the dynamic changed. They turned on each other.”

“Where’s Nathan May?” Mercy asked softly.

Bree looked away. “I don’t know. We split up once we got out. I never saw him again.”

Oh, Bree. I’d hoped you’d be completely honest with me.

“Are you going to arrest me?” she asked, bringing her gaze back to Mercy.

“Yes.”

Bree slumped in the hospital bed.

“But I believe the DA will make you a generous deal in exchange for testifying against Trevor for the murder of Ellis Mull. You’ve helped children for thirty years. I’m sure that will be taken into account.”

“I understand.”

Am I surprised this woman turned out to be an infamous bank robber?

Mercy paused, searching her own feelings.

Surprised, yes. Angry or disgusted at her crime? Not so much.

She was a child conned into driving a car by a fast-talking man.

It’s still a crime, and she is guilty.

Outside Bree’s door, Eddie stopped Mercy, a serious look in his eyes. “Do you think she’s telling the truth about Ellis Mull?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need to talk to Shane Gamble again?”

Mercy thought. “I don’t think so . . . He won’t ever leave that prison. If the DA wants to talk to him, she’s welcome to it.”

“Do you think Bree will contact him?”

“I think she knows better. She’s not eighteen anymore. She sees him for what he is.” Mercy checked the time. “Truman is meeting me in a few minutes at Kaylie’s room. Can you come with me? I need you to help me with something first. I have a hunch to follow up on.”

“Sure. Let’s go.” Eddie started down the hall.

“Hey, Eddie.”

He turned to look at her. He’d lost weight since he’d been shot, and his face was very thin. But he was still Eddie.

“I’m glad you’re back.” The words were too casual for how she really felt. Grateful. Very grateful.

He pushed his thick glasses up his nose in a familiar gesture that warmed her heart.

“Yeah. Me too.”

Kaylie had visitors when Mercy and Eddie arrived. Cade sat on Kaylie’s bed, gesturing animatedly while Kaylie hung on every word. Cade’s father, Glenn, leaned against the wall, smiling at the two of them. Mercy caught Glenn’s eye and indicated that she wanted him to meet her in the hall. He stepped out of the room with her and Eddie.

“She looks good,” the tall man told her. “I’m stunned at how fast she’s recovered.”

“That makes two of us.” She liked Glenn. Cade was a hardworking, good kid because of Glenn’s influence. “Think they’ll last longer this time?”

Glenn snorted and grinned. “Why waste time thinking about it? They’ll be off again next week . . . and then on again.”

“Exactly.” She studied his kind face, so reminiscent of his son’s. “Say, Glenn . . . do you have a minute?” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eddie frown.

“You bet.”

He followed her and Eddie down the hall. Eddie gave her a side-eye as they walked. She held his gaze.

I was right.

Eddie’s eyebrows lowered in concentration, a gentle scowl on his face. When they reached a quiet alcove, Eddie took a long look at Glenn, and his face blanked.

I knew Eddie would see it.

As Mercy stood at Glenn’s twelve o’clock position, Eddie subtly stepped to the four o’clock, ready if she needed him. Always dependable.

Glenn looked expectantly at her.

Mercy drew in a deep breath. “I know you’re Nathan May.”

Neither he nor Eddie flinched.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She removed several folded-up pieces of paper from her bag and flipped through them until she found “Fat Nathan.” She handed it to him. “This one has been driving me nuts. Several people said it looked familiar, and I realized this morning it looks like Cade. His face is similar to yours but much rounder.” She dug out the old high school photo of a lean Nathan May. “In this photo, your hair is totally different and takes away the resemblance, but if I cover it . . .” She placed her hand over the hair. “It’s a thin Cade.”

Glenn stared at the picture for a long moment and then met her gaze. He was still expressionless. “That was a long time ago.”

“Have you talked with Bree?”

“We’ve seen each other several times over the years. Neither of us ever said a word to the other. We both were living our own lives. Good lives with our families.”

Mercy sighed.

No wonder Bree was reluctant to turn him in.

“What are you going to do?” he asked quietly.

“Who shot Ellis in that cabin?”

“Trevor,” he said firmly. “Leah—Bree—and I were convinced we were next.”

I believe him.

Mercy took the image from him and tucked all of them back in her bag. She met Eddie’s gaze and nodded.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Eddie said quietly, placing a hand on Glenn’s upper arm. Glenn silently obeyed, but his face drooped, and his shoulders sagged. Mercy cuffed him as Eddie did a rapid one-handed search.

This situation isn’t any easier for me than Bree’s.