“About some death threats,” Gwen answered.
Rena’s hand went to her pregnant belly, and it looked as though she forgot to breathe. “Someone is threatening to kill him?”
Max slid his hands into his pockets. “Not quite. Do you know where he is?”
“If the threats aren’t against him, are you suggesting he made them?”
“No,” Max said.
“Yes,” Gwen answered at the same time. “Listen, this will be easier if we just talk to him. Did he say where he was going?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but her face contorted and a scream wrenched free.
Max reached for her and held her as she lowered to the ground. “Gwen, call an ambulance.”
Gwen’s face turned white. Max would have found it comical if it weren’t for the situation, they were in. “How far apart are your contractions?”
“I don’t know.” She panted as he picked her up and carried her to the couch. Max glanced at his watch. “We’ve been here about three minutes. Do you know when the last one was?”
“I just put cookies in the oven,” she answered.
Gwen was talking into the phone, and then she spun around to face them. “You have cookies?”
“They still need about five minutes, but you’re more than welcome to have some.”
Gwen spoke into the phone. “Contractions are about eight minutes apart. Send an ambulance and make it fast.”
“Rena, everything is going to be fine. Just breathe,” Max said.
Rena pointed to the phone on the table. “Call Paul. He’s my Lamaze partner.”
Max grabbed her phone from the table. “Where is your suitcase?”
Rena pointed to the closet door. “I have it ready to go.”
Max grabbed the suitcase, and Gwen went for the phone. “What’s he listed under?”
“Paul.”
She nodded and scrolled before hitting Send. Max didn’t hear the other half of the conversation. He didn’t hear much of anything when Rena let out another scream as he’d been bent over putting the suitcase at her feet.
She’d latched onto his shirt with both hands, and her face contorted again from happy homemaker to potential killer in two seconds flat.
