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Maggie bristled. “My sister didn’t take her life.”
Nate glanced down at his notes. “Let’s go back to the beginning. What happened after you entered the house?”
She explained how she had searched the rooms and, finding nothing, had made her way to the attic. “The upstairs was pitch-black. I couldn’t see anything and waved my hand in the air to find the pull cord for the overhead light bulb. The moon shone through the window and—” She struggled to find her words.
His voice softened. “That’s when you saw your sister?”
She nodded. Tears pooled in her blue-green eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks. Nate pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and shoved it into her hand, his fingers touching hers for longer than necessary.
Maggie seemed oblivious to the way his hand burned where it touched hers. What was happening to his ability to remain neutral? No one had ever affected him like the woman sitting close to him.
DEBBY GIUSTI
is a medical technologist who loves working with test tubes and petri dishes almost as much as she loves to write. Growing up as an army brat, Debby met and married her husband—then a captain in the army—at Fort Knox, Kentucky. Together they traveled the world, raised three wonderful army brats of their own and have now settled in Atlanta, Georgia, where Debby spins tales of suspense that touch the heart and soul. Contact Debby through her website, www.DebbyGiusti.com, email [email protected], or write c/o Love Inspired Suspense, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.
The Officer’s Secret
Debby Giusti
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If you remain in my word,
you will truly be my disciples, and you will
know the truth, and the truth will set you free.
—John 8:31, 32
To Tony and Joseph
My Military Heroes
To our brave men and women in uniform
God bless you
and
God bless the United States of America
To the Seekers
Thanks for making it so much fun!
To my editor, Emily Rodmell
You always make my stories better
To Tony, Liz, Eric, Mary, Katie and Joe
To Anna, Robert, John Anthony and baby William
I love you all so much!
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
LETTER TO READER
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
PROLOGUE
The night lay cold and dark outside the car just like the layer of regret that hung around Maggie Bennett’s heart. She had left Fort Rickman as a young teen, vowing never to return. Too many painful memories were associated with the army post, memories Maggie had secreted away in the deepest recesses of her heart. Tonight, she prayed those memories would remain hidden forever.
Squinting through the rain-spattered windshield, she approached Fort Rickman’s main gate and parked in front of the Visitor’s Center. The clock on the dashboard read 2:15 a.m., a chilling reminder of the urgency of the middle-of-the-night plea that brought her here.
If not for her sister’s phone call, Maggie would still be sound asleep at home in Alabama instead of seeking entry to the Georgia army post she had left sixteen years ago. Dani’s attempt at reconciliation last week when the two sisters had met for lunch had been as unexpected after their years of separation as tonight’s phone call. Maggie had been surprised that Dani would reach out to her so soon after opening up communication again, but she wasn’t going to let her sister down. Not this time.
With a heavy sigh, she pulled her key from the ignition and stepped from her car, shivering, not so much from the cold February night air but in anticipation of what awaited her. Perhaps Dani’s outreach would move them beyond the pain of their estrangement.
How had the years passed without either of them making an effort to reconnect? After more than a decade of silence, her sister’s invitation to meet for lunch had been a welcome first step. Both of them had been guarded at the onset. Then slowly, recalling their childhood days, the sibling bond had
