Kim was pacing around the library. Where is he? She had left repeated messages at the ISA field office, but Shane had been out of the office. Kim had tried his car phone, but he had not answered. Now it was well past dark, and Kim was beginning to grow worried.

She glanced at the desk, where she had placed the box containing Shane's ruined shirt. It still made her shudder. Could it really be Jericho? Could he really be out there and coming after us?

"Ms. Brady?" Kim looked at the door and saw Mike standing there.

"Mike. . . ." Kim wondered what he wanted. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Mike shook his head. "No, ma'am. I just wanted to let you know that Andrew is upstairs playing and I'm going to do my evening check of the perimeter."

Kim nodded, though she knew it was rather unnecessary for Mike to inspect the grounds. The ISA still had their units in front of the house and on the lakeside. Of course, that hardly made Kim feel safe given her receipt of the packages at both the house and at the hospital.

Then something dawned on her. The first package, with the keys, had arrived just a few days after Kim moved into the house. That meant whoever was sending the packages knew her movements and was probably watching them.

"Be careful, Mike," Kim said, as a chill ran through her. He have her a funny look, but said nothing as he left the room.

Once Kim was alone, she tried to think. Shane's gun. He had always kept one in his desk. In the back of her mind, she reminded herself that was where she found it the night she shot Shane by accident. She rushed to the other side of the desk and opened the center drawer to get the key for the locked drawer where the gun was kept. She just wanted to know it was still there. Just in case.

In an instant, she forgot about the gun. Without thinking, her hand slid from the key to the small brown box she spotted inside the drawer. A jewelry box. Why would Shane have a jewelry box in his desk? She felt a stab of jealousy, realizing that it probably was something Shane had purchased for Kayla.

Still, Kim had to know. Her curiosity got the better of her, so Kim lifted the box out of the drawer and opened it.

Her free hand flew to her mouth as she let out a small gasp. She had not seen the cameo in more than a year, not since the day she had placed it in an envelope and asked Dr. Norris to deliver it to Shane. Carefully, she picked the broach from the box.

A flood of memories filled her head. The cameo had been such an important symbol of their love. She remembered Shane showing it to her for the first time after they made love at Donovan Manor. Then she thought about all the times she had worn it during their marriage. Even during the bad times, the cameo had been a comfort. It had always helped her feel connected to Shane.

Kim's mind flashed to the time when Shane was missing, held captive by Jericho. She remembered her having a vision of Shane, and he told her to hang onto the cameo, that as long as she held onto it, she would not lose him.

Ironic, isn't it? Only a few months later, she did lose Shane, and even now, they seemed as far apart as ever.

Kim traced the white figure with her index finger and thought about the story Shane had told her about the cameo and its matching bracelet. It actually was no wonder that Kim dreamed that the cameo would hold them together. Shane had told her how his mother had worn the broach every day his father was gone during World War II, while his father carried the bracelet through several major battles. What had Shane said his mother told him about the cameo? How when he gave it to the woman he truly loved, their hearts would be connected and nothing could keep them apart.

Except stubborn pride, a few lies, and walls so thick they made the Great Wall of China look like a picket fence.

It was fitting, actually, that she and Shane seemed immune to the cameo's magic. They were never the fairytale, happily-ever-after type of couple. They had seen too much in their lives before they came together.

Too much baggage.

With a sigh, Kim set the cameo back in the box. She closed the box and placed it back in the desk drawer. It was odd that Shane did not keep the cameo in the safe. Something so important and so special to him . . . it was not like Shane to leave something like that unlocked.

"Kim!"

She jerked her head up to see Shane in the library doorway.

"What are you doing in there?" Shane demanded, as he stormed across the room. "That's my desk."

Kim was so shocked by the harshness of his tone that she jerked away from the open drawer. It took her a moment to remember why she had looked inside. "I'm . . . I'm sorry . . . I was just looking for the key to the locked drawer."

Shane's expression turned from angry to confused. "What in bloody hell would you want the key for?"

"To get your gun." Kim spoke hesitantly. "Because . . ." She looked down at the box on top of the desk, the box with Shane's old shirt. "Because of this."

Shane grabbed the box and opened it. He looked inside, still appearing puzzled, reached inside, and lifted out the shirt. Kim could see his chest stop mid-breath and his entire body seemed to freeze. For the first time, she noticed a bruise on the side of his face, but she decided this was not the time to ask about it. Shane was far too focused on the shirt. He stared silently at it for a long time, before he finally managed to find some words.

"Where . . . where did you get this?"

"It was delivered to the hospital this morning," Kim said. "I tried to call you."

Shane went into investigator mode. "Did anyone but you touch the box?" he asked. "What about the shirt?"

"Only me - and one of the file clerks, Peter. He brought it in. Nobody's touched the shirt."

Shane dropped the shirt like it was cursed. It landed on the edge of the cardboard and flopped over the side. Shane stepped back, shaking his head in complete disbelief.

Kim stepped around the desk. Softly, she asked, "That's the shirt you were wearing when Jericho had you?"

"Yes. . . ." Shane's voice was barely audible.

"That's not it," Kim said. When Shane looked at her, she reached into her pocket, pulled out the old key chain, and held it up for him. "This came to the house the other day. It was in a box from New York. That's all I remember."

Shane reached out slowly and took the keys. It was rare that she ever saw Shane so completely shocked, but his confusion was plain as he studied the keys and turned them over in his hand.

"Freddy - I mean Jericho - had these . . . in the trailer where he was keeping me. He showed them to me, because they had been found on the grounds."

"Steve found them and gave them to Saul Taylor," Kim said. "That's what Kayla told me."

Shane began to pace. Kim could almost see his mind working to put the pieces together. "It doesn't make sense," he muttered.

"What doesn't make sense?" Kim needed answers. "Shane, could Jericho still be alive? Could he be behind the attacks on Andrew, not Lawrence?"

Shane stopped pacing and ran the hand not holding the keys through his hair. "I don't know . . . Jericho supposedly died in the explosion-"

"But so did you," Kim pointed out.

Shane nodded. "I know . . . But the thing is . . . This shirt . . . I was wearing it when I fought Jericho on that mountain, but when I woke up down-river, I was in different clothes."

"So the shirt was lost on the mountain at the same time as the explosion?" Kim asked.

"No, you don't understand," Shane said. "One of the locals found this shirt. He brought it to the diner to show Irwin." He looked up at her. "I didn't know who I was. I didn't know my name or anything about my life, but I remembered that shirt being important. It was nothing more than a rag by that time, but I took it and kept it."

Now Kim was getting confused. "But if you kept it, how did it wind up here?"

"When we left Irwin's, it was in a hurry. Arthur Downey had tried to kill me, and Rebecca shot him." Shane seemed to chew his lip as he searched his memory. "I was hurt and had Rebecca get most of our things. We left the shirt there."

"So what does that mean?" Kim asked.

"It means that if Jericho got the shirt, he would have had to be around Irwin's at the time." Shane set down the keys and began to pace again. "But that can't be. . . ." He stopped suddenly. "Wait a minute."

Kim leaned forward. "What?"

"Simon . . . Simon Prescott came to the diner. He tried to shoot me there."

Kim remembered Simon. He was the ISA agent who had worked with Jericho and Cal. Simon had lied to her about Shane, telling her he was dead weeks before the explosion. But Simon was dead. Kim had witnessed Cal shoot Simon when he kidnapped her.

She also remembered the diner. She had stayed there. Cal followed me there. She tried to shake that thought and focus on Simon Prescott.

"If he knew about the diner, Simon could have been there before. He could have found the shirt," Shane said. "And if Jericho still had the keys. . . ."

Kim thought for a minute as Shane's voice trailed off. She knew he was still trying to puzzle through how Jericho could have survived the explosion. Kim had an idea. "Simon was in charge of the search at the camp. If he-"

"If he found Jericho. . . ." Shane crossed his arms and ran a hand over his face.

Kim could tell they were both thinking the same thing. If Simon found Jericho, did he also find Shane? Did he just leave Shane to die? Or did Simon have Shane captive for awhile before dumping him in the wilderness with amnesia?

If that had happened, Simon - or maybe the entire ISA - knew where Shane was the whole time he had amnesia. Everything that happened in those months that Kim had grieved and had then fallen prey to Cal's manipulations. None of it had to have happened.

"It can't be," Shane said, as if reading her thoughts. "Simon couldn't have gotten Jericho out of there without someone else in the ISA knowing. This could all be one of Lawrence's games."

"But how would Lawrence have known about the keys and the shirt?" Kim pointed out. "That all happened more than a year before Lawrence ever came to Salem."

Shane responded with a harsh snap. "I don't know, Kim. None of this makes any bloody sense."

Kim thought further. "Cal was in the helicopter that night. He and Simon could have taken Jericho right after the explosion." She did not mention that they could have taken Shane also. It was the only logical explanation. But that meant Cal would have known the truth. Even as he had comforted the grieving widow, he would have known that Shane was alive.

The thought made her skin crawl. Cal had used her and manipulated her in so many ways. This was just one more.

"We don't know that." Shane began to pace again. "It could be something more simple. Like Simon found the keys during the search. Or Jericho gave them to him before anything happened on that cliff." Shane sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

"It has to be Jericho," Kim said. "Simon's dead and Cal's in prison. Who else could have these things and use them against us?" She looked at the dirty shirt that had fallen half-in and half-out of the box; the dark bloodstains were still visible. The threat was so clear. "What are we going to do, Shane?"

Shane looked at her, the confusion gone. With a determined expression, he stepped back over to the desk and, with the side of his hand, brushed the shirt so if fell back inside the box. Then he picked it up by the corners, touching it as little as he could.

"I'm taking this to the lab and then I'm going to talk to Roman," Shane said. "I'll make the lab work overtime. . . . I don't care what it takes, but we're going to find out who sent this. If it's Jericho, we'll track him down. If not, and this is someone's idea of a sick joke, I'll make sure they find out exactly what I think of their sense of humor." He looked Kim in the eye. "Nobody's going to hurt you or the children, Kim. I'm going to make sure of that."

For the first time since she had seen the shirt, Kim felt a sense of relief replace the dread and fear that had consumed her. She took strength in Shane's determination and confidence. If he said he was going to keep them safe, he would. That was one thing about Shane that she never doubted.

She smiled softly as he walked out of the library and said, "I know you will, Shane." I do trust you.