out the spark plug wires on each bike.
But he was running out of time.
A bullet hit the side of his squad car.
Griffin ran back to his car and jerked open the driver’s side door as the second bullet hit its mark...
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
—John 8:32
Thank you so much for letting me share Tory and Griffin’s story with you! I loved the chance to explore the lives of another O’Callaghan brother. I’m sure you can agree that there’s always something extra special about the Christmas season, as it’s a time for family, gratitude and hope. Especially in a place as beautiful as Colorado.
Like in the story, though, life also has its darker moment. Moments when you feel overwhelmed with what’s going on around you. Maybe that’s where you are right now, feeling as if you can’t go on. Remember to keep your eyes on Him, because you are not alone. When you go through the deep waters, He will be with you.
Watch for more page-turning suspense in the next book in the series from Timber Falls with Caden O’Callaghan!
Lisa Harris
To those who long for freedom and comfort. May you find healing in His presence.
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The crack of gunfire ripped her out of the darkness. Ears ringing, she opened her eyes then had to wait for her blurred vision to clear. Everything around her spun while a thick dust filled her lungs with each breath.
She searched her surroundings through the haze. She was lying in the back seat of an unfamiliar car. Gray leather seats. A small duffel bag and red scarf beside her. Her gaze shifted to the front passenger seat, where a man slumped behind a deflated airbag, his head tilted at an odd angle while blood seeped through his suit jacket. The window beside him had shattered, leaving shards of glass covering the inside of the car and his body. A wave of confusion engulfed her. They’d clearly been in an accident, but no memories surfaced. Only panic.
Why couldn’t she remember?
She sat up and pressed her hands against her head, trying to block out the pain pulsing through her temples. Pieces of memories fought to rise to the surface, but it was like a puzzle where she couldn’t quite find the right pieces to snap into place. Couldn’t find the answers she should know. Like, what was she doing there? Who was the man in the front seat? She glanced up and caught her dazed reflection in the rearview mirror. And who was she?
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