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“I should get going,” Patrick said.
Shelby turned away to open the book-drop bin beneath the window. As she raised the lid, a long, black shape slithered onto the floor and coiled in front of her. A scream tore from her throat.
Raising its head, the cottonmouth snake reared back and opened its jaws, revealing its needle, sharp fangs.
Patrick vaulted over the counter and swept Shelby into his arms. The snake struck his boot, twisting its head to drive its fangs and venom deep. Patrick knew this was no accident, but why would anyone want to harm someone as sweet as Shelby?
WITHOUT A TRACE: Will a young mother’s disappearance bring a bayou town together…or tear it apart?
What Sarah Saw—Margaret Daley, January 2009
Framed!—Robin Caroll, February 2009
Cold Case Murder—Shirlee McCoy, March 2009
A Cloud of Suspicion—Patricia Davids, April 2009
Deadly Competition—Roxanne Rustand, May 2009
Her Last Chance—Terri Reed, June 2009
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PATRICIA DAVIDS
continues to work as a part-time nurse in the NICU while writing full-time. She enjoys researching new stories, traveling to new locations and meeting fans along the way. She and her husband of thirty-two years live in Wichita, Kansas, along with the newest addition to the household, a stray cat named Spooky. Pat always enjoys hearing from her readers. You can contact her by mail at P.O. Box 16714, Wichita, Kansas 67216, or visit her on the Web at www.patriciadavids.com.
A Cloud of Suspicion
Patricia Davids
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Patricia Davids
for her contribution to the Without a Trace miniseries.
In the day of my trouble I will call upon thee:
for thou wilt answer me.
—Psalms 86:7
This book is dedicated with great love and deep
respect to my father, Clarence. Thanks for the
swing, the collie puppy, my first horse, your used
car and the occasional loan. But most of all—
thanks, Daddy, for the gift of your endless love.
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
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EPILOGUE
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
PROLOGUE
Shelby Mason sat bolt upright in the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. The next shrill ring of the phone dimmed her nightmare-induced panic, pulling her back into reality.
She glanced at the glowing numbers on her clock. 3:14 a.m. Who would be calling now? Who else had died?
A third ring prodded her to pick up the handset. “Hello?”
“Shelby, it’s Clint Herald. Is Leah there?” His voice vibrated with anxiety.
Shelby pushed her long red hair out of her face. “Clint, do you know what time it is?”
“I know it’s late, but Leah hasn’t come back to pick up Sarah and she hasn’t called. I’m worried sick.”
Pressing a hand to her forehead, Shelby tried to make her sleep-soaked brain work better. The dregs of her fading nightmare made it hard to focus. “I haven’t seen your sister since yesterday morning. Have you tried her cell phone?”
“Dozens of times. It goes straight to voice mail. She dropped Sarah off with me this evening and said she had a meeting, but it wouldn’t take long. Do you have any idea where she might be or who she was seeing?”
His concern was contagious. Shelby scooted back to lean against the headboard. “No, but I’m sure there’s a rational explanation. Maybe she needed some time alone. The past few days have been really rough for her.”
“I thought of that, but she wouldn’t leave Sarah for this long without letting me know. Something’s wrong.”
He was right. Leah always put her three-year-old daughter first. “Have you called the police?”
“They say they can’t do anything until she’s been missing for twenty-four hours.”
“What? Her husband just committed suicide, and the police won’t start
