Unbreakable Bond by Rita Herron Page A

be any good to anyone long-term.
    She deserved someone better. A savior who’d stick around.
    So he pulled his hand away and finished his burger in silence, determined to tie up the case so he didn’t have to be tortured by her big, sad eyes, and by things he could never have or give her.
    His cell phone buzzed as he was paying the bill, and he checked the number, saw it was GAI and connected the call. “Blackburn speaking.”
    â€œSlade, it’s Amanda Peterson from GAI.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œGage managed to get a copy of all the forensics reports from the hospital fire, including copies of the bodies found after the fire.”
    Slade’s gut tightened. “And?”
    â€œIt was a mess,” she said. “I can see why forensics and the cops had trouble sorting out the truth. Bodieswere dismembered, literally blown apart. The chemicals ate away skin, bone and tissue, making identities impossible. The small town just didn’t have the manpower at the time to handle such a large investigation, and the feds that came in wrote it off as a tragic accident and told families they had to accept the loss.”
    Slade saw Nina watching and adopted a poker face. “So what can you tell me?”
    â€œThey did take photographs of the bones and recorded the unidentified ones. Unfortunately hospital records were also destroyed that night, so any records of Peyton Nash, including her footprints and handprints, were lost in the fire.”
    â€œDamn.”
    A moment of silence, then Amanda continued. “But there were a couple of infant bones in the mix. I’m trying to see if they belong to Peyton now, but getting the results may take time.”
    â€œHow about patient files of other births, infants in the hospital for other procedures, tests or treatments that night?”
    â€œGage already put Benjamin Camp on it.”
    Slade’s admiration for McDermont rose. “Thanks. I’ll fish around at the hospital. Keep me posted.”
    She agreed and he snapped his phone closed. Nina was watching with anticipation. “What?”
    â€œI told you I wouldn’t mince words,” Slade begun.
    Her face paled slightly. “All right.”
    â€œThe forensics expert at GAI is studying copies of the forensics reports. I’m sorry to say, but there were infant bones in the mix.”
    Her breath hitched out. “Did they identify them?”
    â€œNo, they’re working on that now. But I want to question Dr. Emery again. According to him, there weren’t any babies other than Peyton lost that night.”
    Tears glittered in her eyes before she blinked them away. “Then he lied,” she said with a strength to her voice that surprised him.
    â€œGage is going to request copies of hospital records from that night, but most were destroyed in the fire.”
    â€œDidn’t they have some kind of back-up system?” Nina asked.
    â€œOur computer guy is working on that angle.” Slade reached for the bill. “Let’s go talk to the nurse on duty that night and find out what she remembers.”
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    T HE IMPLICATIONS THAT there had been an infant’s bones in the fire made Nina’s stomach protest, and for a moment she’d thought she might lose the lunch she’d barely touched.
    But she swallowed hard to stem the nausea. At least Slade hadn’t given up. She’d asked for answers and she was grateful he was being honest with her, not treating her as if she were a crazy woman who might flip out if he didn’t walk on eggshells around her.
    The wind ruffled her hair as they entered the hospital and rode the elevator to the maternity floor. Nurses bustled up and down the halls, orderlies were picking up food trays, a woman in a robe strolled toward the nursery and voices echoed from the closest room nearby just as an older couple, probably grandparents, rushed down the hallway carrying flowers and a blue stuffed teddy