Speed was waiting for Calleigh when she returned to CSI. "I've checked with all the clinics and doctors who perform legal abortions in Miami. No one remembers Adrienne and there's no record of her anywhere. I'm waiting to hear back from the surrounding cities."

Calleigh nodded, her mind still on Nadia. She relayed their conversation to Speed, then said, "There's more than she's telling us. But she's very scared."

"Did you get anything else from the diary?"

"I'll go over it again, see if I missed anything."

"Okay. I'll get back to checking the clinics." He turned back to the computer.

"Hey, do you know where Horatio is?"

Speed shook his head. "Sorry. Last I saw, he was heading out with Yelina."

"Thanks."

May 20, N. keeps apologizing. She says she feels bad about what happened. About the rape – look, I can say that now without falling apart. Doesn't mean I'm getting better. I still can't sleep. Every time I eat something, I feel like puking. Maybe it's bearable if you want to have a baby. I hate it. I hate everything about this. And I know it's not really N's fault but I keep thinking if she hadn't . . . No, it's not important. N. says it's too early for morning sickness, that it's all in my head. She's probably right. I don't care.

May 25, I can't go through with it. It doesn't matter how terrible I feel, I just can't do it. We're both innocent, me and the baby, and I can't punish it for something that isn't its fault. The bible says it's wrong to kill. Rev. T's been talking about the Ten Commandments in church. Last week it was the sixth. 'Do not commit murder.' Okay, if it's so wrong, why is there such a thing as justifiable homicide? Maybe there's a way to punish J. instead of the baby . . . No. Then everyone will know. And they'll talk. And they'll say it was all my fault. Maybe it is. Maybe I said something or did something to make him think I wanted . . . Nonononono! I didn't do anything wrong! In the bible, Amnon raped Tamar and Absalom killed Amnon for it. Surely that was justifiable homicide?

May 27, I can fix this, and no one will have to know. If I kill myself, it'll all be over. Mom, Dad, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I wish I could go back in time, but I can't, so this is the only way. I love you.

May 28, I couldn't do it! I was there, ready, I made the first cut and everything, but then I saw the blood and I couldn't do it. I don't want to die. I don't know what to do. God, please help me fix this.

June 1, I can't believe it's been almost two months. It feels like forever. It also feels okay. I think I'll be okay. In seven months' time, I'm going to have a baby. I think that might be okay too.

Nadia's mother didn't ask any questions when Calleigh rang the doorbell and introduced herself. "She's in her room," she said.

"Thanks."

Nadia was curled up on her bed. There was an angry red palm print on her cheek. She couldn't meet Calleigh's gaze.

"Nadia, what happened?"

Her voice was lifeless, disinterested. "He knew I spoke to you. I'm sorry. I can't tell you anything else."

Calleigh placed Adrienne's diary on the bed. "Adrienne was going to keep the baby."

Nadia nodded.

"But you convinced her not to."

"You don't understand." Nadia turned terrified eyes to Calleigh. "He said I had to make her have the abortion."

"Did he threaten you?"

She hesitated before answering, "Yes."

"And he threatened you if you came to the police."

"Yes."

Calleigh thought for a moment. "Okay. We can help you, if you trust us. Tell me who he is."

Nadia sat and drew her knees up, hugging them to her chest. "Has anybody threatened to kill you before?"

An image of Dos Santos flashed into Calleigh's mind. "Yes." She made a quick decision and stood. Unbuttoning her pants, she lowered them enough to show Nadia her scar.

"The man who did this is in prison now. He's going to be there for the rest of his life."

Nadia couldn't look away from the scar. She was very quiet.

"Okay," she said.

Yelina stood at the foot of Suzie Barnham's bed and stared down at the comatose woman. Try as she might, she couldn't picture Suzie and Raymond together. But it had happened, at least once, probably more times. Horatio had done the tests himself. Madison was Raymond's daughter.

"I wish you would wake up. I have so many questions for you. Did Raymond know about Madison? Did . . . did you know about me?"

Yelina stopped talking when a white-coated doctor entered. He smiled at her. "Hi, I didn't know anyone was in here. Are you family?"

"Uh . . . yes." Yelina didn't know what had made her say that.

"Well, I'm afraid I have bad news for you. There's no brain activity happening. I'm very sorry."

Yelina looked back at Suzie. "She's brain dead?"

"Yes."

Someone was going to have to tell Madison.

Madison. Now the child was really an orphan. That meant foster care until an adoption, if there was an adoption. No, Horatio would never let his niece go to strangers.

"Excuse me." Yelina hurried out into the hallway. She needed to think. Why had she come here when there was a case to solve? Why did she care so much for the comatose woman?

And why did she feel so responsible for what happened to Madison?

Horatio studied the crime scene reports for the Sleep 'n Eat Motel. From what he'd managed to put together, the man they'd identified as Joel Garcia had driven to the motel to meet Robert Keaton so he could buy meth. The other man was a John Doe whose fingerprints had been found with Garcia's in a van parked outside.

Horatio was furious that Suzie and Madison had been there too. The last time he'd seen Suzie, she was on her way to rehab.

Since the bullets pulled from the bodies did not match any of the guns at the scene, Horatio could only think there had been another person. Someone who had shot three men and a woman in cold blood, but left a child unharmed.

Maybe the shooter hadn't known Madison was there. Or maybe he was a father too.

Horatio frowned. Madison must have seen him. He had to see her again; maybe today she would be willing to talk.

And maybe he just wanted a reason to talk to his niece.

"Adrienne loved kids," Nadia said. "She was everyone's favorite babysitter. I always teased her that she'd probably babysit for the rest of her life."

Nadia and Calleigh were sitting on Nadia's porch swing. They rocked gently as they spoke. Now that Nadia had decided to tell Calleigh everything, she was visibly freer and more relaxed.

"How long were you two friends?"

Nadia smiled. "Forever. We have the same birthday. Our mothers met in the maternity ward. We've grown up together."

"Like sisters."

"Yeah."

"And you told each other everything?"

Nadia nodded. "We had this secret code when we were kids . . . she used the code to tell me about the . . . rape . . . I didn't know what I was supposed to do or say, so I said nothing . . . and then she said she was pregnant and I just felt so guilty . . ."

Things were beginning to make sense for Calleigh: Nadia's guilt, her fear of J., her uncertainty.

"You knew he might rape her."

Nadia's head shot up. "No, I didn't . . . I thought . . . I didn't think she'd be in any danger."

"Nadia, did J. rape you too?"

She averted her eyes. "Of course not. He's my uncle."

Calleigh studied Nadia, wondering what she hid under her long-sleeved shirt. She was unhealthily thin and her nails were bitten to the quick. She could be a pretty girl if she made the effort. Adrienne had been pretty though, and look where it got her.

"Nadia, even sisters keep secrets from each other."

Nadia tore at the cuticle on her thumb and gazed at the floor. "I didn't think she was in any danger. He always said I was his . . . his princess. Adrienne was at my house when he asked me to babysit – my cousin, she's three – I didn't want to, so I said no. I made up some excuse so Adrienne volunteered to do it . . . I couldn't . . . I couldn't . . ."

"You couldn't tell her not to without telling her why."

Nadia nodded.

"How long has he been abusing you?"

"Since I was nine."

Calleigh felt the fury spark within her. "What is his name?"

Nadia raised haunted eyes to her. "He's my uncle."

Calleigh though of her own childhood. Her father was an angry, violent drunk, but she'd never stopped loving him. In the end, forgiving him hadn't been that hard. She took Nadia's hand. "You can't choose your family."

"You promise you'll protect me?"

"Yes."

Nadia took a deep breath. "James Lincoln. He's my mom's brother."

"Thank you, Nadia. I've only got one more question. Do you know where Adrienne had her abortion?"