Madison spun around and walked toward the door. Cameron stepped right behind her and caught her arm, stopping her from leaving the room.

"Madison, we need to talk."

"Not now we don't. We need to find your sister."

"Why did you want to break into this house to find my sister?"

Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to shed them. Instead, she hardened her glare on him. "Because I want to prove to the Metropolitan Police—and to you—that I am not insane. I want to prove that my visions can help solve crimes."

His shoulders sagged. "Oh, Madison, you have to believe me...I never—"

"Hold your tongue," she snapped. "Instead of arguing, we need to find your sister."

Madison jerked her arm out of his clutch, and opened the door. Slowly, she peeked out into the hall. Thankfully, it was quiet.

"Madison, let me go first."

The warmth from his whisper sent shivers over her. If only she could convince her body not to react this way whenever he was around, maybe she'd be able to focus better. "Why?"

"Because I have the pistol."

Nodding, she stepped aside so he could pass. They moved slowly up the hall. She tried to remember every little detail about the visions she'd had with Rosie. Madison knew the other woman was in a bedroom, but which one? And had she been standing by a window? Perhaps Madison would be able to tell what side of the house to start looking.

The image popped in her mind. Yes! Rosie had been standing by the window and gazing out. Concentrating harder, Madison tried to see what Rosie might have been looking at. Gradually, the memory of that vision became clearer. There was a tree...the top of a tree. Rosie was looking straight down from the window.

"Cameron." She pulled on the back of his overcoat. "She's in the attic bedroom."

He turned his head and looked at her with a creased brow. "How do you know?"

"Because I remembered the vision I had with her by the window. The tops of the tree were visible."

Slowly, a smile stretched across his mouth. He grabbed her hand. "You are utterly amazing."

She motioned toward the steps even though his compliment made her heart flutter again. "Now let's go."

He set his foot on the first step, and she quickly pulled on his hand, stopping him. "The second and third steps creak."

"That's right, they do."

He eyed the stairs again before taking his leg and skipping those two steps. Once he had both feet planted on the fourth step, he reached down and lifted Madison, as if she weighed no more than a feather, and brought her up with him.

"I now remember where the other creaky stairs are, so follow me."

She nodded as she monitored where he stepped, repeating his actions. It wasn't until they reached the top when she released the breath she'd been holding. So far, they hadn't alerted the old servant of their presence.

Madison glanced back down the stairs. And what about Mr. Bailey's cousin? When would he return? Nervously, she twisted her hands against her middle, praying they wouldn't get caught.

Cameron slowed as he neared a bedroom. He motioned his hand to the door and mouthed the servant's room. She tiptoed past the room, heading toward the back staircase. By the time they reached the steps, her heartbeat hammered like a cannon blast. She must trust that Cameron would protect her. After all, he had a pistol.

Carefully, they made their way up the stairs. The steps creaked more than the others, and she tried to tread softly, just as Cameron was doing. When they reached the top, she placed her hand on his chest and whispered, "Now let me go first so I can feel the doorknobs to see if I get a vision."

He nodded and allowed her to pass. There were only a few rooms up this hall, and it wasn't lit very well. There were also no windows in this hall, so she couldn't rely on the moon's glow to assist her.

Taking a deep breath for courage, she slid her hands along the wall until she reached the first door. Madison placed her hand on the knob, but nothing stimulated her mind. Trying to be extra quiet, she moved her hands along the wall until she reached another door. That, too, didn't bring her any revelations.

She moved across the hall and tried that side. Mere seconds before she reached the door, a noise came from inside. Cameron hitched a breath and pressed his ear against the wall. Madison placed her hand on the knob, and soon her mind opened. Rosie was curled up on the bed, crying.

"She's in there," she whispered as she glanced over her shoulder at Cameron. "But be quiet so you don't wake the servant."

Cameron turned back toward the door and moved the door knob. Locked! Madison feared he would try to break it down, so she reached and placed her hand on his again.

"Let me try opening it."

"How?"

She couldn't stop the grin tugging on her mouth as she moved in front of him. "Let's just say I have another hidden talent."

She fished through her hair and pulled out a hairpin. Her hidden talent stemmed back from when she was younger and first living with her aunt and uncle. She was restricted to her room quite often as a form of punishment. She'd learned quickly how to pick the lock on her bedroom door.

Cameron moved aside as she knelt in front of the door knob. Although it was still quite dark in the hall, she used her fingertips to help locate the exact point of where she needed to place the hairpin. She concentrated on turning it a certain way until there was a soft click.

She stood and Cameron leaned down to her ear. "You are truly an amazing woman."

Madison didn't want to tell him I know again, so she just smiled, even though he probably couldn't see it very well.

He opened the door slowly and peeked inside. Thankfully, the moonlight pouring in through the window helped light the way.

Cameron hitched a breath and hurried inside. She smiled, knowing that he'd found his sister. Maybe he'd believe in Madison's visions from now on. She could only hope.

She moved inside the room. Cameron bent over the bed and placed a hand over Rosie's mouth.

"It's me. Cam."

Rosie's watery eyes widened and she sprang into her brother's arms. He buried his face in her hair, holding her tight. Madison's heart leapt with happiness. Now, if they could only get her out of here without being caught...then her night would be perfect. Well, at least close to it.

* * * *

Cameron tried holding back tears of joy, but they leaked from his eyes, regardless. Thankfully, his sister appeared fine. Then again, whoever held her prisoner had struck his sister, and he was not going to let that go unnoticed when he finally caught the man.

"We need to leave quickly," he whispered.

"But...what about Heath? He'll stop you—"

"Shhh..." He pressed his finger to Rosie's mouth. "I won't let that happen." At least he knew who'd taken her. He also hoped Heath Langston was the man who killed Mr. Bailey. But then he'd have to present himself to Captain Owrood and convince the man that he was innocent. Cameron shook the thought away. He'd worry about that later.

He helped Rosie off the bed and took her hand. She took one step and froze, staring at Madison with wide eyes.

"Rosie, this is Miss Haywood. She's been helping me find you."

"It's nice to finally meet you," Madison said. "But let's wait until we can get out of here before we get to know each other."

Rosie nodded.

He led the trio out of the bedroom and to the stairs. He grasped his pistol from the holster, just in case. For some reason, he didn't take the stairs as slowly as he had when they were climbing them. Urgency to get Rosie home guided his legs, and he wouldn't let anything stop him. Not a near-deaf old servant, and especially not a cocky man who would commit murder for an inheritance.

Once they reached the second floor, he stopped, peered down the hall, and listened for any sounds. When he was satisfied they hadn't been detected, he crept toward the first set of stairs, only slowing as they passed the servant's room. From behind the door, the old man's loud snoring bounced off the walls. At least Cameron knew they didn't have to worry about this man. Still...that left one more man to watch out for.

He motioned his hand to the others to keep following him as he led them down the stairs. He didn't skip those creaky steps as he'd done before. Finally, they made it to the bottom level, so he took them toward the back of the house. His heart thumped wildly as he kept a sharp eye—and listened closely—for Heath Langston.

As Cameron opened the back door to prepare for their escape, he wondered why he hadn't seen Heath yet. But maybe it was a good thing. As angry as Cameron was right now, he would tear off the other man's head for what he'd done to Rosie.

Once he closed the back door, they broke into a run. He pulled Rosie one way, and Madison darted in the opposite direction. He stopped, searching the trees for her horse.

"Madison? Where are you going?"

She pointed up the lane. "I left my horse to graze in the fields. I didn't dare bring him this close to the house."

"Come with me to my horse. It's closer."

She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "And you expect three people to ride your steed?"

"No. You and Rosie will ride. I'll walk." He reached his hand for her to take. "Let's go. I don't want to be here when Langston comes back."

Madison hesitated for only a moment before clasping his hand with hers. He led her and his sister to his horse and placed his sister on top first. Now that he could see her better, her face was still damp from her tears. Her hair was unkempt, but it was the dark shadow of a bruise around her eye that made him want to pummel Heath Langston over and over again.

Her gaze silently pleaded for forgiveness. He squeezed her hand and gave her his best smile. "You're going to be all right now."

"I know," she muttered in a tight voice.

Cameron turned to Madison and placed his hands on her small waist. Looking deep into her eyes, he could see her hesitation. This definitely wasn't the time to take her in his arms and beg her for forgiveness, so he fought the urge as he lifted her behind his sister.

His heart tugged with emotion as he took the reins and moved them away from the house. He really needed to tell Madison how sorry he was. Explaining his feelings were a little more complicated, but it needed to be done soon. If only she'd allow him back into her life.

Within minutes, he found Madison's horse. Without a word, she jumped down and smoothed out her cloak.

"I thank you, Mr. Westland. I don't—"

"Madison." He slipped his hands over hers and moved closer. She wouldn't meet his gaze now. "We really need to talk."

She slowly pulled her hands away. "Please, Mr. Westland. We don't have anything to talk about. Not anymore." She inhaled deeply and released her breath slowly as she raised her eyes to his. "You need to be with your sister now. Take care of her."

The faux smile she offered him before hurrying to her horse broke his heart. He refused to let those be the last words they say to each other. But she was right. He needed to take care of Rosie. He only hoped he could talk to his sister without raising the roof with his temper.