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She could hear her baby crying… calling for her…
“Melany, wake up! It’s only a dream.”
Her eyes flew open and she looked straight into the worried blue eyes of the only man she’d ever loved. He was so close to her that she could see the worry etched across the landscape of his face. She let the tears flow, didn’t bother trying to stop them.
Where was her baby?
Ryan pulled her close to his chest. Closed those warm, powerful and comfortingly familiar arms around her. Words weren’t necessary.
Her gaze tangled with Ryan’s. She hadn’t had this much uninterrupted sleep since this whole nightmare began, and it was because of him. She knew she was safe with Ryan. She glanced at him again and wished she could read his mind. Wished she could risk telling him the truth. Maybe she wasn’t being fair to him or her child.
But for now, she had to keep her secret….
Cries in the Night
Debra Webb
MILLS & BOON
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debra Webb was born in Scottsboro, Alabama, to parents who taught her that anything is possible if you want it badly enough. She met and married the man of her dreams, and tried some other occupations, including selling vacuum cleaners and working in a factory. When her husband joined the military, they moved to Berlin, Germany, and Debra became a secretary in the commanding general’s office. By 1985 they were back in the States, and moved to a small town where everyone knows everyone else. With the support of her husband and two beautiful daughters, Debra took up writing full-time and in 1998 her dream of writing for Harlequin came true. You can write to Debra with your comments at P.O. Box 64, Huntland, Tennessee 37345 or visit her Web site at http://www.debrawebb.com to find out exciting news about her next book.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Melany Jackson—Her daughter is missing… presumed dead. Is this simply a case of a missing body or is something more sinister at play?
Ryan Braxton—Can he find the truth for Melany without losing his mind…or his heart?
Bill Collins—A close friend of both Melany and Ryan. Bill will do everything he can to help solve this mystery.
Rita Grider—Melany’s closest friend. She blames herself for all that has happened to Melany.
Dr. Wilcox—The E.R. physician on duty at the time of Melany’s accident. Is he afraid of a malpractice suit?
Dr. Letson—The chief of pediatrics, who claims he did all he could to save Melany’s child.
Nurse Peterson—She assisted Dr. Letson, but can she help Melany find the truth?
Clyde Desmond—He operates the funeral home where Melany’s child was prepared for burial.
Garland Hanes—He screwed up the interment, burying an empty coffin in a shallow grave. Was he acting on his own?
Dr. Rodale—She offers counseling at the free clinic where Dr. Wilcox volunteers. She only wants to help.
Rodney Mason—The attorney connected to Wilcox. He only wants his money.
Greg Carter—The Memphis P.D. rookie who can’t wait to support anyone connected to the FBI in any capacity.
Victoria Colby—The head of the Colby Agency.
This book is dedicated to a very dear friend of mine,
Melany Gardner. She is everything that a good teacher
should be. Her love of children, of people in general,
is something to behold in this day and time.
Huntland School is very fortunate to have on their staff
not only a phenomenal teacher, but also one of the
finest people I have ever had the privilege of knowing.
This one’s for you, Mel.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Prologue
She dreamed of the cemetery again.
A cold, steady drizzle fell in the dark October night. The full hunter’s moon seeped through the thick gray clouds, casting an eerie glow over the deserted graveyard. Acres of headstones protruded from the lush green grass like ugly yard ornaments.
Positioned around the newest of the graves were a dozen wreaths of varying sizes and shapes, forming a sort of temporary barrier from the harsh reality that lay beyond it. The carnations of one heart-shaped arrangement
