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Dear Reader
“Georgiiiinnnaaa!”
Gina Perry froze midstride in the center of her bedroom. An explosion of panic detonated in her chest. She recognized the unmistakable singsong tone of her brother.
Oh, no. No, no, no. Tim had tracked her to Desert Valley, Arizona.
Frantic with alarm, she whirled around to search the confines of her upstairs bedroom. The sliding glass door to the terrace stood open, allowing the dark March night air to fill her house.
Where was he? How had he discovered where she’d been hiding? Had she made a fatal error that brought him to her door?
She stumbled backward on shaky legs just as her brother stepped from the shadows of her closet.
Light from the bedside table lamp glinted off the steel blade of a large knife held high in his hand. His face was covered by a thick beard, his hair stuck out in a wild frenzy and the mania gleaming in his hazel eyes slammed a fist of fear into her gut.
Choking with terror, she turned and fled down the stairs.
She couldn’t let him catch her or he’d make good on his threat to kill her. Just as he had their father two years ago.
Her bare feet slid on the hardwood steps. She used the handrail to keep her balance.
Tim pounded down the stairs behind her, the sound hammering into her like nails on a coffin.
Her breathing came out in harsh rasps, filling her head with the maddening noise. She made a grab for her phone on the charger in the foyer but missed. Abandoning the device, she lurched for the front door and managed to get the lock undone and the door opened.
Without a backward glance, she sprinted into the night, across the small yard to the road. Rocks and debris bit into her bare feet, but she ignored the pain. Faster!
Dear God, help me!
The Desert Valley police station was only half a mile down the quiet residential road on the west side of town. Street lamps provided pools of light that threatened to expose her. She ducked behind the few cars parked along the curb and moved rapidly through the shadows.
She had to reach the police station. Only there would she would be safe.
There, Tim couldn’t hurt her.
“Sisssster! I’m coming for you!”
He wasn’t far behind. She’d never make it to the station before he caught her. But the K-9 training center where she worked was closer. If she could get inside, she could call for help.
Grateful the moon hid behind cloud cover on this spring night, she stayed in the shadows and prayed she’d make it to safety. Just a little farther now. Her lungs burned from exertion. Her heart pounded in her chest.
Not daring to glance back to see how close Tim had gained on her, she ran for the training center and dove behind the bushes growing along the fence of the small outdoor puppy-training yard. She sent up a silent plea to God above that Tim wouldn’t find her in the bushes.
“You can’t hide from me,” Tim shouted, his voice taking on the manic tone she knew all too well. A tone that had always sent her into hiding when they were kids.
Her body trembled with fear. She curled into herself, hoping to make herself smaller, less of a target for him to spot. The unmistakable sound of his heavy breathing as he passed by her hiding place tormented her. She bit her lip, drawing blood, the coppery taste making her gag. She clamped a hand over her mouth.
“You betrayed me, Gina. For that you’ll pay. I’m going to kill you as soon as I find you.”
His voice sounded farther away now. He’d moved past the yard and was nearly at the end of the next building. She breathed a small sigh of relief. But she couldn’t relax. She wasn’t safe yet. She had to get inside the training center.
Cautiously, she made her way along the training yard fence in a low crouch. The gate to the yard was open. Odd. All the trainers were careful to keep them closed and locked in case a dog escaped from the center and made it outside. It was as much for the dogs’ protection as the general public’s.
She rounded the corner and froze.
Someone lay faceup on the ground, half in, half out of the gate.
Moving closer, Gina recognized Veronica Earnshaw.
Gina’s boss.
Panic crawled up Gina’s throat and she gasped for air.
There were two gaping wounds in Veronica’s chest.
Oh, no. No! Had Tim done this? Had he come to the training center first and, when he’d failed to find Gina, hurt Veronica instead?
Gina scuttled closer. Please, Lord, don’t let her be dead. “Veronica?”
With a trembling hand, she put two fingers against Veronica’s neck.
No pulse. Gina’s heart sank.
It seemed, once again, God had ignored Gina’s plea. Just as He had when Gina witnessed her brother murder their father.
She choked back a sob. Tears blurred her vision. It should have been her lying in the dirt, not Veronica.
A scrape of noise echoed in the stillness of the night. Her brother retracing his steps?
She scuttled back to the bushes, burrowing in deep and drawing her knees to her chest. A line of Scripture wove through the shock numbing her mind. She clung to it like a lifeline. The Lord is with me, I will not be afraid.
The litany echoed through her head, mocking her. Because she was afraid. Deathly afraid.
* * *
Officer Shane Weston and his canine partner, a German shepherd named Bella, walked along Desert Valley Road. The cool Arizona night air smelled of the fragrant western honey mesquite trees that had started to flower as spring arrived.
It was dark, nearly ten o’clock, but Shane couldn’t remain cooped up inside the condo he was staying in, one for out-of-town trainees. He was restless, anxious to see where he’d be assigned. He’d put in a request for his hometown police department of Flagstaff, but no one
