Cameron turned toward the street until he hailed down a hackney. He said nothing to her as he assisted her up into the vehicle and climbed in beside her. He gave the driver the address before sitting back in the seat.

Madison hated the awkwardness between them. One could not kiss with so much passion, and say the heart-felt things he'd said, only to turn a cold shoulder. But she was afraid to say anything, which was not like her. If anything, she should apologize for the way her mouth ran off last night when she suspected Rosie was the Hanover's missing daughter.

After a couple of minutes passed, she could stand no more, and so gathered the courage to say something. Just as she opened her mouth, Cameron turned toward her.

"Madison, I want to apologize for storming out of the house last night."

Her breath caught in her throat and the shock immobilized her tongue for a few seconds. Why was he apologizing? "Actually, Cameron, you have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who was at fault." She sighed. "I have a habit of saying what's on my mind. I don't think things through first, and when I received the vision last night, I just couldn't keep my thoughts from running out of my mouth."

One side of his mouth lifted higher than the other. "I'll admit, what you told me was quite a shock."

"I realize that now, and I'm so sorry."

"Are you saying that you don't think the missing girl is Rosie?"

She shrugged. "Well...I suppose what I'm saying is that I could be wrong about my assumption. In fact, if I could read your father's notes, I'm certain it would help me out considerably."

The half-smile left his face. "I'm sure they will." He expelled a breath slowly. "I'm sure you can imagine how I'm feeling right now. I don't know how I would handle it if I found out my father kidnapped the girl." He arched an eyebrow. "But from your vision, it was a boy who kidnapped her, correct?"

She folded her hands on her lap. "Yes, but then after the second boy stopped them, the girl started running toward the crowded street. She saw a woman and reached out to get her attention, but that's when you brought me from out of my vision."

"That's very interesting." He crossed his arms and tapped a finger against his muscular arm.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because in my father's report, he mentioned that there were several people who had sent Lord Hanover ransom notes for the girl's return. All of them turned out false, of course."

"Did Lord Hanover pay any of them?"

"Only the first one. After that, the police instructed him not to pay anymore until they investigated it further."

"I would love to find out who that boy was...the first one, anyway. I couldn't see his face well. He wore a large hat which shadowed his eyes, and then when his hat came off, his long hair hung in his eyes." Madison thought back over her vision, trying to go through every detail. She sucked in a quick breath. "However, that particular boy had a cut across his left hand, and I'm sure there's still a scar today. And he had brown hair."

"I suppose that will narrow the suspects list down a bit."

"True, but not much."

Silence built between them again, and this time Madison didn't know what to say. Did she think the elder Mr. Westland could have kidnapped the girl and brought her into his own house to raise her as a daughter? No. But then, she didn't know the man at all. Besides, who would kidnap a child and raise her in the same town where the crime took place without anyone noticing? It certainly didn't seem logical.

It didn't take long before they reached the Westland estate. After Cameron helped her down from the hackney, he stared into her eyes with a solemn expression.

"Madison, there's something I have to tell you." His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "The girl's name was Madeline Roseland." He paused. "And, she was taken in 1806...which was the very year Rosie was born."

Confusion filled Madison's head. The relief was written across his face, and she was happy to think his sister—and father—were not part of this kidnapping. "But Cameron, I don't understand. If your family had nothing to do with this, then why am I seeing visions at your house?"

"I don't know." He shrugged and then held out his arm. "But let's go inside so you can read my father's notes. Maybe you'll see something I didn't."

She nodded and placed her hand on his elbow. "Yes. I pray I can."

As they reached the door, she quickly asked, "Has Rosie said anything to you since your talk yesterday?"

"No."

"I'm sorry."

"Yes, well...hopefully, she'll get over it."

"Within time, she will, I'm sure."

Cameron led her into his study and closed the door. Madison sat on one of the black leather chairs as he moved to his desk. Papers littered across the top, and he gathered them in a pile before turning to hand them to her.

"I was up all night long reading these, and I fear my headache won't allow me to read another word. I can't make sense of the case, either."

She nodded and took the papers from him. "I wish I could take away your headache."

He chuckled and sat on the edge of his desk. "Wouldn't that be perfect?"

She sat back in the chair and began to read. As Mr. Westland described the crime scene, she could picture the room she'd been in this morning. Apparently, not a lot had changed in all of these years, perhaps only a bed instead of a cot. Just as Gretchen had explained, the door and the window had been shut and locked. The police inspectors couldn't find any trace of evidence in the room or outside the perimeter.

Madison nodded. Of course they wouldn't. The boy hid the key in the dirt and the little girl followed. There was no struggling at all.

The police inspectors involved questioned Gretchen Watkins, her husband, Bart, and his son, Spencer. None of them knew anything, and they had an alibi. Cameron's father commented how the teenage boy seemed suspicious. Spencer never could look directly into Mr. Westland's eyes when he answered questions. The boy was nervous and perspiring all the time. Unfortunately, they could never find proof the boy had anything to do with the girl's disappearance.

The inspectors questioned the businesses nearby and people on the street. Still nobody had any answers. Family and friends of the Hanover's were questioned, and nobody had a motive.

The first person to send a ransom was thirty-year-old Martin Lewis. Once he was caught and questioned, he admitted to just needing money, but he never did have the girl, nor did he know what happened to her.

The elder Mr. Westland wrote notes about times he walked down the street and did nothing but study every little girl who passed by to see if she had long brown hair and a light patch of freckles on her nose. Mr. Westland even traveled to the surrounding areas outside Ilford just to see if the girl was there. Dead ends greeted him everywhere.

Madison's mind drifted back to what she was doing at that time. Was it before or after her parents had died in the furniture store? Madison had always wondered why she hadn't died with them. Where was she during that fire?

How far away was the furniture store from Gretchen's? And...if this all happened around the same time, would the little girl have wandered into the furniture store by accident and died, too?

Hope sprang in her chest. This was definitely a possibility. The only way to get answers was to find someone—maybe from the Metro Police—who was old enough to have been working during that time. Once again, she would have to rely on Cameron for help.

"I just had a thought," she said, lowering the papers.

She hadn't realized that Cameron had walked around behind his desk and was sitting in his chair, watching her. His expression looked different than before. Almost serene and satisfied.

When she caught him staring, he quickly sat up straighter in his chair and returned to his solemn countenance.

"What is your thought?" he asked.

"I was wondering what I had been doing around this time. I don't know if it was before or after my parents died in the fire."

"You don't remember what month it was?"

She shook her head. "All I know was that it was springtime."

"Then it's a possibility it was around the same time. Why?"

"Because if there was no trace of the girl, I'm wondering if she somehow wandered into the furniture shop the same day it caught fire and killed my parents. That might be a reason why your father couldn't find anything about the girl's disappearance."

Cameron stood and walked around the desk toward her. "That is actually a good idea. I think it's worth investigating. Are you up to visiting your aunt and uncle and asking them?"

She shivered in disgust. "No. I'd rather not have to look at Agnes or Giles Haywood ever again. However, I'm wondering who at the station would have been working around that time who might know."

He lifted his eyebrows. "There's only one way to find out."

She smiled. "I'm ready when you are." She stood and placed the papers on his desk.

Sighing, he took her hands in his and smiled. "I was so worried you would hate me for what I discovered in my father's notes."

Madison cocked her head slightly. "Why would I hate you?"

"Because you'd been wrong about Rosie."

"Oh, Cameron." She cupped the side of his face as her heart softened. "I would never hate you for proving me wrong. I was actually very relieved that your sister wasn't the missing girl. I thought for certain I had lost you. I have a habit of speaking what's on my mind, especially right after I've had a vision."

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'm happy that is out in the open now."

"As am I."

Cameron walked to the door and opened it. Seconds later, Rosie rushed inside. Her eyes were swollen and red and her cheeks were wet from tears. She hurried right up to her brother and clutched his arm.

"Cam...I cannot let you keep the man I love in prison. He is innocent!"

Groaning, Cameron rubbed his forehead. "Rosie, we have already discussed this."

"No we haven't. Not fully," she pleaded.

"We will have to save this for another time. Miss Haywood and I are on our way to the station—"

"Gaynor is innocent, I tell you." Rosie's voice lifted. "And the reason I know he is...is because I was with Gaynor the very night Mr. Bailey was killed. I was with Gaynor...all night."

Madison sucked in a shocked breath, but it didn't match Cameron's hiss of distaste. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Sorrow hung heavy in Madison's chest. The scandal Cameron didn't want was certainly going to make its debut now.