Quickly locking the door, Michaele dialed the phone with trembling fingers.
On the fourth ring, he answered. “Yeah?”
“Jared, thank God.” His strong though irritated voice had her instantly forgiving what had transpired between them earlier. “I know I should have called the station, but I—”
“Michaele? What’s wrong?”
“I think Faith is missing.”
He was silent for several seconds. “Come again?”
“She never got home, and I just got this awful call—”
“Stay put,” he snapped. “I mean it. Don’t go outside. Do nothing until I get there.”
“But I haven’t told you—”
He hung up.
As soon as she replaced the phone receiver and looked out the parted kitchen-door curtains, out beyond the moths circling dizzily in the porch light to the indecipherable darkness beyond, the skin along her arms and at the back of her neck began tingling and her heart beat wildly.
Someone could be standing just beyond, maybe hiding as close as beyond the wrecker, watching her….
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Acknowledgments
With every book a writer’s list of indebtedness grows. I would like to thank the following…
Ethan Ellenberg, not only for his input into this story, but for all the support, wisdom and perseverance from day one of our association.
Robert and Lacy Cooper, and Linda Varner Palmer for getting me through that ill-timed computer crash.
Betty and Cindy Meece for bunches, but most of all the Linda Vachon print. You did, indeed, inspire.
For answering questions and sharing anecdotes…
Wayne Bryant
Bobby Cole
Carol and C. F. David
Brad Taylor
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And to Burt, whose real “Precious” inspired Michaele into taking on that Cameo restoration in the first place. I can only hope that hers would have come out half as good as yours did.
Just in ratio as knowledge increases, faith diminishes.
—Thomas Carlyle
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