Panic surged through Madison as hot as a searing poker stick. She must do something. Now!

She broke away from Cameron and Alice and strode toward the officer riding toward her. He jerked on the reins, bringing the animal to a halt.

"Excuse me, Officer. Is there something I can help you with?" she asked as sweetly as her shaky voice would allow.

"I, uh..." He looked past her toward Alice and Cameron. "I came to see if Inspector Westland was here."

Madison opened her mouth to speak, but behind her, Alice said, "No, Officer. He went out this morning and he hasn't returned."

Holding her breath, Madison glanced in back of her. Thankfully, Cameron was still hunched over, with his fist to his mouth as he coughed. From this view point, she couldn't see the robust man in the old man's disguise—not even his wrinkle-free hands. Hopefully, the officer couldn't see it, either.

"Actually," Madison added quickly, turning back to the officer. "I saw him in town when I ran into his uncle." She motioned her head over her shoulder. "Inspector Westland told me he was on his way to Sevenoaks. He mentioned that he was trailing a suspect."

Officer Barton's eyes widened, and yet he still hesitated. "If you hurry now," she told him, "I'm sure you'll catch him heading out of town."

He tipped his hat slightly and nodded. "Thank you, Miss."

Without another word, he kicked his horse into a run, and didn't look back as he rode away.

Alice released Cameron and folded her arms across her chest. "Will someone tell me what is going on? Cam, why are you dressed so strangely?"

Madison and Cameron exchanged grins. "My dear, sister," he began, still keeping in character. "I didn't want that officer to know it was me."

"Whatever for?" Alice rolled her eyes.

Cameron lost his smile as seriousness changed his expression. "Because I didn't want to be arrested for a crime I didn't commit."

Madison peeked over her shoulder again, making sure the other officer wasn't coming back. "Why don't we go into the house, just in case there are more officers spying on us."

"Splendid idea." Cameron winked at her.

"Alice," Madison took one of Cameron's arms, "please grab his other arm. In case someone else is watching, we need them to think this really is a sickly old man."

Alice nodded and took his other arm as they helped him up the porch stairs and into the house. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Cameron sagged against the wall and ripped off his wig. His strong fingers threaded through his hair.

"You have no idea how uncomfortable that wig is," he said with a sigh.

"Cam, please explain why that man wants to arrest you."

His gaze met Madison's as if in a plea. She understood and turned to Alice. "Do you remember the vision I saw of the man in the pool of blood?"

"Yes."

"Well, that man really is dead." Madison sighed.

"And," Cameron added, "because I was the one who locked him in the cell without the captain's approval, my superior now suspects me of murder."

Alice's cheerfulness disappeared and tears gathered in her eyes. The hopelessness of the situation grew heavy on Madison's chest, and she was sure Alice felt the same distress.

Silence filled the room for a few awkward moments as Madison waited for Alice to absorb the news. Alice's gaze shifted between her brother and Madison before finally falling to the floor where it stayed. The woman's frown tugged on Madison's heartstrings.

Finally, after a few minutes, Alice sighed. "Cam, you are not capable of murder."

"I'm relieved you think that." Cameron gathered his sister in his arms for a small hug. "But until I find the true killer, your secrecy is of utmost importance."

"I understand," Alice said in a choked voice as she pulled away and wiped the wetness from her cheeks.

He expelled a heavy breath. "Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I have a few cases to solve." His gaze rested on Madison. "Miss Haywood? Would you like to adjourn with me into the music room?"

"Yes, of course."

"What?" Alice's voice lifted in excitement. "You are allowing Miss Haywood to help us again?"

"Indeed I am." He smiled.

She clapped her hands once. "Fabulous."

"Alice, would you go back outside and continue with what you were doing? And please let us know if anyone else comes to the door."

"I will." She grinned from ear-to-ear before rushing back outside.

When Cameron looked at Madison again, tenderness coated his expression. Her heart flipped, and she silently scolded herself. She really must focus and not allow him to become a distraction. How else would she be able to receive visions?

* * * *

Cameron walked beside Miss Haywood toward the music room. The urge to slip the palm of his hand alongside the narrowing of her back tempted him greatly. Spending time with her this afternoon had been a delight. Even though the situation was stressful, she made it easier to take. He hadn't expected to smile so much...or laugh, especially when he was wanted for murder.

Inwardly, he growled. He couldn't think of that now. He must continue to search for clues that would lead him to the real killer. And to think, Miss Haywood didn't think poorly of him. That lightened his heart considerably. Even now as they walked into the music room, his heart swelled, remembering everything she had helped him do.

"Miss Haywood? I thank you again for your assistance. And I'm so very grateful that you believe in me."

Her gaze met his briefly before skipping away as her cheeks grew red. He tried not to grin. Was she feeling the same kind of attraction as he?

She moved around the music room sliding her fingers over different objects. "It's easier for me to believe in people, than for them to believe in me." She lifted her eyes to him briefly. "Do you finally believe me about my visions?"

Once again, his mind struggled with this question. "It's hard for me to believe. My profession teaches me to find solid proof before coming to a decision."

She stopped, meeting his gaze head-on. "Wasn't it enough proof when you saw Inspector Johnson carry in Judge Gruber's grandson? I was the one who saw the vision and told them where to look. Is that not good enough?"

"It should be, shouldn't it?" He stepped closer to her, and thankfully, she didn't move away from the harpsichord.

"Then why don't you believe?"

He took another step closer. "It's hard to wrap my mind around the possibility of people having visions like that."

She sighed slowly. "Then hopefully, I will be able to convince you that the visions I see are real."

"Yes, I would like that very much." Hesitantly, so he wouldn't startle her, he slid his hand over hers that rested on the musical instrument.

She inhaled sharply and jerked her hand away, taking a step back at the same time. She knocked into the small table that his father had made years ago. Her hands shot out to steady it before it could fall over. Immediately, her body stilled and her eyes closed.

Was she having one of her alleged visions? Deciding not to interrupt her, he took a quiet step back and leaned against the wall. Madison was a very lovely woman. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped over amazing eyes, and her dark, thick eyelashes fluttered over her skin. Her adorable pert little nose was above a pair of full, luscious lips. Delicate features enhanced her face from her forehead down to her rounded chin. Her hair appeared silky, and he resisted the urge to reach out and rub a lock between his thumb and finger. It surprised him that she wasn't married. Then again, most men would be turned away by her talk of seeing visions.

After a few minutes, an audible sigh released from her, and she stumbled. Instinct took over, and he caught her arm, keeping her from toppling over. When her eyes met his, she appeared shaken and disoriented. Carefully, he helped her to the nearest love seat, fearing she would swoon again.

"Miss Haywood? Are you all right?"

She stared at him for a few silent moments before blinking. Instead of answering, she peered at everything; the harpsichord, the bookcase, the chairs, and then back to him. She acted as though she hadn't heard him.

"Miss Haywood?" He cupped her chin until she met his gaze. "Are you ill?"

She cleared her throat and pulled away from his touch. A little more color filled in her cheeks.

"Forgive me, but I saw...something."

"What did you see?"

"I believe I saw Rosie."