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Category: Romance/Suspense/Thriller
Description: The future looks bleak; Danielle's husband murdered; heart trouble in her premature infant son, David, forces her to turn to the senior Ord's for financial help. A revengeful serial killer stalks, threatens Danielle, and murders anyone connected to the Ord's; then kidnaps the infant. Can Detective March save the people he loves?
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc., 2005 Wings ePress, Inc
eBookwise Release Date: January 2005

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [337 KB]
Words: 82411
Reading time: 235-329 min.

"You said yourself he's getting better. And you really do need a change of scenery and food. There's a cute little Chinese restaurant a block from here. Come on, an hour? I'll give the nurse my cell phone number. Any changes, they can call us immediately."

"All right. I suppose the fresh air will do me good."

They decided to walk the block to the restaurant rather than move the car. Danielle said she felt like she'd been caged, her leg muscles atrophied from lack of use.

Fried rice, egg rolls and sweet and sour chicken filled the table between them. "That's what I like about oriental food, there is always plenty."

They ate until they thought they would burst, discussing all the events and incidents Danielle was missing at The Office Bar and Grill and around town.

"Has Sandy been back to see you?" JC asked as they started their walk back.

"I think he is angry with me because I won't move in with Beatrice, or you, or maybe him."

"Naw, I think he's probably busy trying to crack this case. Do you still have a police guard? I noticed no one followed us."

"No, the police department said they don't have enough man power, especially since no one has messed with me here. It must be over, at least they think so."

"Or not," JC mumbled thinking about the incident inthe parking lot when she arrived.

"What did you say?" Danielle said. Instant fear widened her eyes and caused her face to turn ashen.

"Oh, nothing. My imagination usually works overtime. I better get heading back," she said to Danielle at the hospital entranceway.

"I wish you could stay a while."

"Me, too, but duty calls. You take care and hug David from his Aunt JC, will you?" She hugged Danielle.

Danielle stood and watched as JC headed toward her car. She turned and waved once.

"Thanks, JC," Danielle yelled.

"You're welcome," she yelled back and slid into the driver's seat.

A sudden dark cloud slipped across the sun and a chill wind whipped around the concrete abutments in front of the building. Danielle rubbed the goosebumps that appeared on her arms and waved at JC.

She heard the ignition kick in and a strawberry wash of flames filled the area around JC's car as an explosion ripped the air rocking Danielle's footing and shaking the windows in the hospital behind her. Danielle heard herself scream, "No!" It sounded outside her, it sounded like someone else.

Suddenly the street came alive with people. Nurses, doctors, sirens, Danielle stood frozen in horror. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move.