She braced herself against the window, preparing for the moment when they would find her. Madison's hand knocked into a long object that was resting against the wall. Quickly, she snatched it to keep it from falling. As the handle tightened in her grip, she knew immediately that it was a cane. The shape of the handle was some kind of animal's head. Probably a wolf...

In a flash, her mind cleared and a vision entered. Two men were in a small, dark room. She couldn't see the face of the man holding the cane because he stood on the darker side of the room, however, the other man glared at him. Strange, but the room seemed familiar.

Dressed as a gentleman, the man on the cot peered at the one holding the cane. The gentleman shook his head and frowned.

"Forgive me, dear cousin, but I will not fall for your blackmail schemes this time. I have gotten you out of too many scrapes in the past, and I refuse to do it again."

"But all I need is a small amount of money...enough to start my own business." Using his cane, he tapped it impatiently against the brick wall. Madison couldn't tell what clothes the man was wearing since he stood in the shadows, but for certain, they didn't look like nice clothes that a gentleman would wear.

The man sitting on the cot rolled his eyes and snorted a fake laugh. "How many times have you told me that?"

"Jacob Bailey," he pointed the end of his cane to the man, "you would be wise to do as I wish."

"How do you perceive that?" Jacob arched an eyebrow.

"Because I'm the only one who can get you out of jail." He swept his hand over the front of his attire, displaying a vertical row of shiny gold buttons. "Can you not see I've stolen a uniform and the keys? If you promise to give me a small loan, I'll gladly break you out of jail right now."

Jacob shook his head and leaned back on the cot, folding his arms across his chest. "Sorry, dear cousin. You have wasted another trip. Besides, Inspector Westland cannot keep me in here much longer because I'm innocent."

"You are innocent?" The man tilted back his head and laughed loudly. "I honestly believe you had something to do with Miss Westland's disappearance."

"Believe what you want." He motioned his hand toward the door. "But I'm not leaving with you."

The first man grumbled and marched to the other side of the room. "Jacob, get up right now. I'm taking you out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere." Jacob stood. "But let me show you to the door. Hopefully, you won't be spotted for impersonating a police officer, because then you'll end up in a cell just like me."

Jacob Bailey turned his back on the other man. The one standing with the cane, lifted it high before bringing it down quickly. It connected with Jacob's head and a loud crunch rented the air. The gentleman crumbled to the floor. Quickly, the killer hurried out of the cell.

Madison's head swam through a tunnel. Odd mumbling sounds were all around her. Dizziness took control of her mind, and she didn't want to open her eyes. Gradually, sounds and smells became more recognizable. She was on the floor with somebody's arms wrapped around her. Finally, she understood the mumbling. Whoever held her was calling her name.

"Madison. Wake up!"

The man whispered, but she heard him clearly. There was no mistake that Cameron was holding her. But why?

She struggled to open her eyes. Her face rested against his chest. The scent of spice and leather surrounded her, reminding how she had loved that smell. What am I doing in his arms?

"Cameron," she sighed with relief, but then her mind cleared and her memory returned. She was in Jacob Bailey's house...and she was going to get caught. Gasping, she sat up quickly, which of course made the room spin faster.

"Shhh..." His voice was low. "You are all right, but I think the servant heard us, so don't say a word."

She rubbed her forehead. A slight throb started immediately. "No. He cannot hear very well."

"True, but I think he heard me rushing down the stairs a few minutes ago."

"That was you?" She blinked her eyes, trying to see him in the darkened room. They were both sat on the floor behind a sofa.

"Shhh..." He placed a finger to her mouth as he stretched his neck to look above the furniture.

The creaking on the floor out in the main hall finally made her close her mouth and do what Cameron suggested. Someone holding a candle took slow steps near the room...and then stopped. The door swung open. Gradually, a light swept around the room.

Madison held her breath and watched as the light moved from one wall to the other. Whoever held the candle hadn't come inside. Hopefully, he was just doing a quick look before returning to his room.

A groan released from the intruder's voice as his footsteps marched toward the place she'd been hiding by the window. Cameron must have moved her because now they were crouched behind a sofa. His arms tightened around her and she cuddled closer.

"That blasted man!" the servant snapped as he stopped by the opened window and closed it. "I swear, he doesn't have a lick of sense, leaving the window open like this."

The old man turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Madison relaxed, but Cameron still hadn't removed his hold around her shoulders. She didn't dare say anything yet, not until they were out of danger.

Within minutes, the footsteps had moved back up the hall and then up the stairs until the ceiling creaked from his weight.

Blowing out a gush of air from her lips, she pulled back. It was slightly easier to see Cameron's face now. "What are you doing here?"

He cocked his head. "I'm assuming I'm doing the same thing you are—searching the house for Rosie."

"How long have you been here?" She kept her voice low.

"About thirty minutes." He pointed his head toward the window. "That's how I got inside."

"But...that man was here. He only just left."

"I'd been watching him through the windows, so I knew when he had left the study." He cupped her chin, softly running his thumb over her skin. "How long have you been here?"

"I came in through the back door. I was heading up the stairs when I saw a shadow of a person holding a pistol."

"That was me."

"Have you found Rosie?"

He shook his head. "Not yet. I really didn't get very far in my search, because I'd walked into the servant's room and accidentally woke him up."

"Cameron?" She clutched his waist-coat. "What man left the house not too long ago? Was it Gaynor, or his cousin, or Lord Hanover?"

"It wasn't Lord Hanover, but I don't know if it was Gaynor or Heath. Why?"

She glanced on the floor around her and moved her hand, feeling for the cane. When Cameron dragged her to this spot, the cane must have dropped from her hand.

Carefully, she slid across the floor toward the window. "I had a vision. I have found the murder weapon." She reached the spot and easily found the cane.

Cameron stood and moved with her. He picked up the cane and peered closely at the handle. "Well, it's steel and hard enough to crack a skull."

"And it has sharp edges." She pointed to the wolf's head.

"What did you see in your vision?" he whispered as he knelt beside her.

"I saw Jacob Bailey when he was inside the cell. His cousin had come to visit, and he wore a stolen policeman uniform."

"Which cousin?" Cameron's voice turned edgy.

"I don't know. The killer stood in the shadows and I couldn't see him."

Cameron's eyes narrowed. "I thought you usually don't have visions about things that have happened in the past."

She shrugged. "Not usually, but on rare occasions, I have." She started to stand, and he quickly took her arm, helping her until they both were facing each other. "But don't you see? You now have the murder weapon. One of Mr. Bailey's cousins killed him."

"Do you think it was for the inheritance?"

She nodded. "They didn't exactly say, but the cousin was begging Mr. Bailey for money, and he refused. However, Mr. Bailey did mention that he was tired of pulling his cousin out of scrapes. So, you need to investigate which one of his cousins is in desperate need of money."

Cameron remained quiet for a few moments as he studied the cane. Finally, he sighed and frowned. "How am I going to explain getting this cane in my possession?" He lifted his gaze to hers. "Captain Orwood will ask me that question."

Irritation rose inside of her. She fisted her hands by her sides. "First off, you can point out that the handle of the cane has the sharp edges that were found on Mr. Bailey's skull, and once you present your captain with all the evidence from my visions, you'll have the whole story."

"It's not that easy, Madison."

She wanted to shake him and scream at him for being so impossible. And she wanted to throw her hands in the air and give up trying to help. Unfortunately, it wasn't just about helping him. She was determined to find Rosie. "Then I suppose that is something you will need to figure out yourself, isn't it?"