The sun shone from low in the eastern sky, casting long shadows over the group gathered at the edge of the parking lot. Beyond the Blackwater River State Park campground lay hundreds of acres of pine forests, swamps and scrubby ridges. Somewhere in that vastness of nature, a twenty-six-year-old woman had disappeared.<\/p>\n
Kristina Ashbaugh-Richards swiped a hand across her forehead, slick with beads of sweat. At barely nine in the morning, it was already hot and humid. Of course, Florida was always hot and humid in early August, even in the Panhandle. Her T-shirt was damp where her pack rested against her back, and she was looking forward to shedding the hiking boots she\u2019d put on an hour and a half earlier.<\/p>\n
She took a swig from her water bottle. One end of a leash circled her wrist, the other end attached to her golden retriever\u2019s collar. Bella wasn\u2019t the only dog there. Almost forty Escambia County search and rescue volunteers had gathered, about half of them with a canine partner.<\/p>\n
Three people stood in the center of the semicircle of volunteers, one holding a stack of papers. She\u2019d introduced herself as Teresa. \u201cThe info on our lady is all here, including a picture.\u201d<\/p>\n
She handed the stack to the gentleman next to her. \u201cEddie\u2019s going to give one to each of you. You\u2019re looking for Julia Morris\u2014dark hair, shoulder length. She\u2019s slender, in good shape, enjoys the outdoors. A week ago yesterday, she left her home in Fort Walton Beach to do some wilderness camping in the Blackwater Forest, a nature photography trip. She was to report back to work Monday morning. When she didn\u2019t, her coworkers got concerned and called the authorities. She apparently never made it home from that camping trip.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris reached down to scratch the top of Bella\u2019s head. The dog was standing at attention in her black and orange vest, Search & Rescue printed across both sides. Her muscles were stiff with anticipation. This was their first search and rescue mission in more than a year and a half. Though it had been a while, Bella obviously hadn\u2019t forgotten. Nothing brought working dogs more satisfaction than participating and succeeding in what they were trained to do.<\/p>\n
After assigning grids to the volunteers and giving them items of the missing camper\u2019s clothing, those in charge released them to begin. Bella strained at the leash, eager to start the search, and Kris\u2019s pulse picked up speed. She\u2019d stayed away far too long.<\/p>\n
After she\u2019d taken a few steps, someone spoke a short distance behind her. \u201cGlad I caught you. Sorry I\u2019m late.\u201d<\/p>\n
The male voice brushed her mind with a vague sense of familiarity. She cast a glance over her shoulder but couldn\u2019t see past the others in the party.<\/p>\n
\u201cGlad you made it. I\u2019ll team you up with Kristina Richards and her dog, Bella.\u201d<\/p>\n
At Teresa\u2019s words, Kris gave a tug on the leash. \u201cHold on, Bella.\u201d<\/p>\n
She waited for the others to disperse. When the newcomer turned to face her, her stomach did a free fall then tightened into a solid knot.<\/p>\n
His jaw went slack, but he recovered instantly. A slow, easy smile spread across his face. He\u2019d always had an infectious smile. She wasn\u2019t susceptible anymore.<\/p>\n
Kris squared her shoulders as Teresa led him in her direction.<\/p>\n
\u201cTony, this is Kristina Richards and her dog, Bella. Tony Sanderson.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tony nodded. \u201cWe\u2019ve met. We were friends through high school, then lost touch.\u201d<\/p>\n
Friends. Was that what he called it?<\/p>\n
\u201cGreat. I\u2019ll let you get on your way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris set out again, letting Tony fall in next to her. She wouldn\u2019t wait on him, although she likely wouldn\u2019t have to. He looked like he could keep up with her just fine, even on her morning runs. He\u2019d filled out nicely since high school, but other than that and how the lines of his face had grown more mature, he hadn\u2019t changed a lot. His sandy blond hair was as thick as ever, and those deep brown eyes still seemed to hold a hint of humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow have you been?\u201d His question cut across her thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d She focused her gaze straight ahead. She wouldn\u2019t make small talk. \u201cHow much do you know about what we\u2019re doing today?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know we\u2019re looking for a young woman who never returned from a wilderness camping trip. What else can you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
She removed the paper she\u2019d folded and stuffed into her pocket. \u201cHere\u2019s her information. She was reported missing after she didn\u2019t show up for work yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
He read what she handed him and passed it back. \u201cWhere are we headed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe take the catwalk, then head northeast into the woods. Since she was off-grid, no one knows where she set up camp. She left her phone in her car, probably figuring she wouldn\u2019t have service anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
Several minutes passed in silence before he spoke again. \u201cSo, you\u2019re Richards now. You\u2019re married?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d He\u2019d probably assume she was divorced and hadn\u2019t taken back her maiden name. She wouldn\u2019t bother to correct him. She wouldn\u2019t ask if he was married, either, because she really didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
She\u2019d work with him, though, and not let their past interfere with the job they had to do. A young woman was counting on them. Even if they were paired up on future searches, she\u2019d deal with it professionally.<\/p>\n
As they moved along the catwalk, they were silent except for the clomp of their shoes against the wooden planks. Bella trotted as far ahead as the leash would allow, tail wagging. Sounds of the swamp surrounded them\u2014the calls of birds, the buzz of insects and the occasional croak of an alligator.<\/p>\n
When the catwalk ended, Kris consulted her GPS and headed into the woods. A rustle sounded some distance to their right, likely one or two of the other volunteers. Her own search area was still some distance away.<\/p>\n
Finally, she checked her GPS again and gave Tony a nod. \u201cWe\u2019re getting close.\u201d<\/p>\n
She knelt next to Bella and held the T-shirt she\u2019d been given in front of the golden retriever\u2019s face. After the dog gave it several sniffs, Kris straightened. \u201cBella, search.\u201d<\/p>\n
The dog\u2019s demeanor shot from carefree to focused. She moved forward, nose sniffing the air, head swinging side to side as she tried to pick up the scent. Kris led her in a broad zigzag pattern, covering the area thoroughly. Watching her dog wrapped up in the joy of the search, she could almost pretend they were alone.<\/p>\n
Until Tony broke the silence. \u201cI love watching these canines do their thing. How long have you had Bella?\u201d<\/p>\n
At the mention of her dog, some of the prickliness subsided. \u201cFive years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you been doing this all that time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Bella finished her training three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just joined the group last year, after I moved from Fort Walton Beach to Pensacola.\u201d<\/p>\n
Great. They were living in the same town again. \u201cI figured you\u2019d want to be closer to Sanderson Charters.\u201d She managed to suppress the disdainful nose crinkle that usually accompanied her saying the name. When their dads had parted ways, Tony\u2019s had opened a competing business an hour away and took a lot of Ashbaugh customers with him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not working in the charter business. I went into police work instead. Dad was a little disappointed, but Nick\u2019s doing the business with him, so it all worked out.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded. She\u2019d known Nick, too. He\u2019d been a year ahead of them in school. Apparently, Tony\u2019s big brother didn\u2019t have the same moral standards Tony did.<\/p>\n
She dipped her gaze to the ground. All the while he was badmouthing Jerry Sanderson, her father had had no right to talk. He was now doing prison time for drug running while Kris and her twin, Kassie, were managing his charter business.<\/p>\n
Morning slid into afternoon with no success, and Kris slipped the backpack straps from her shoulders. \u201cI\u2019m starved. How about we take a break?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t get any argument from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
While she took a bowl from her pack and filled it with water, Tony sat on a downed tree trunk and removed a sandwich from his own pack. He was dressed in khaki shorts, making her wish she\u2019d opted for something cooler than jeans. At his right hip, the bulge of a holster was barely apparent under his T-shirt. Although she felt comfortable in the woods, having an armed escort couldn\u2019t be a bad thing.<\/p>\n
Kris refilled Bella\u2019s empty bowl with kibble and removed her own sandwich from its plastic bag. By then, Tony was halfway through his.<\/p>\n
He patted the log. \u201cHave a seat.\u201d<\/p>\n
After sinking onto the rough bark, she bit into her sandwich. Peanut butter and honey had never tasted so good.<\/p>\n
Tony took a long swig of water. \u201cFrom what I\u2019ve seen, the dogs get discouraged when they search all day and don\u2019t find anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey do. Sometimes we\u2019ll hide something and have them find it, so they can feel like they did a good job.\u201d<\/p>\n
He held out a hand, palm up. \u201cIs it okay if I pet her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bella approached, and he scratched her cheek. After downing the last bite of his sandwich, he gave her a two-handed rubdown. \u201cI always enjoy seeing the K-9 officers with their dogs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat agency do you work for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPensacola P.D.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know Jared Miles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve met. He\u2019s in patrol, isn\u2019t he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m in criminal investigations. I take it you know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s my sister\u2019s fianc\u00e9.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKassie or Alyssa?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKassie. Alyssa took off after she turned eighteen and hasn\u2019t been back since. We don\u2019t hear much from her.\u201d Unless she needed money.<\/p>\n
Oh, yeah. She wasn\u2019t going to converse with him beyond what was necessary to complete their assigned task. Unfortunately, it was too easy to slip back into the camaraderie they\u2019d shared as teenagers, before he\u2019d humiliated her in front of the entire student body.<\/p>\n
Kris finished her sandwich and returned the baggie and other items to her pack. They\u2019d just started out again when the radio she carried crackled to life. One of the dogs had picked up a trail.<\/p>\n
Tony looked at her. \u201cWe keep searching, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. We should know something soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
Soon ended up being less than twenty minutes later. The dog lost the trail at the Blackwater River. Moving a good distance in either direction produced nothing. Neither did crossing the river and searching the other side. Their camper either swam downriver or left in a boat.<\/p>\n
They continued their search, moving deeper into the woods. The air hung heavy and damp with Florida\u2019s relentless summertime humidity. A breeze moved past them then disappeared again.<\/p>\n
Kris wrinkled her nose. \u201cUgh. Smell that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a dead animal nearby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Over the next several minutes, the odor grew stronger.<\/p>\n
Tony waved a hand in front of his face. \u201cThat\u2019s bigger than a squirrel or armadillo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris stepped around a tree and looked to her left. Her chest clenched. Her mouth worked, but nothing came out because her throat had closed up.<\/p>\n
She grasped Tony\u2019s upper arm. He looked at her, then beyond her. His eyes widened, and his jaw went slack for the second time that day.<\/p>\n
Whispered words escaped his mouth, barely audible\u2014\u201cNot again.\u201d<\/p>\n
He moved closer to the body, and she did, too, because she couldn\u2019t seem to extricate her fingers from his biceps. A breeze rustled the trees around them, sweeping away some of the stench of death, and thunder rumbled far in the distance.<\/p>\n
She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. Someone had taken a hammer\u2014or something\u2014to the side of their camper\u2019s head. Dried blood matted the dark brown hair, and pieces of bone and tissue protruded from the crater.<\/p>\n
She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed a shaking hand to her mouth. Tony wrapped an arm around her and led her a few yards away. When he stopped, he still didn\u2019t release her. As soon as her legs no longer felt as if they\u2019d buckle, she would step away.<\/p>\n
She shook her head. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t Bella pick up the scent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s not a cadaver dog, is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean the woman was killed somewhere else and dumped here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. That\u2019s not our camper, though.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe fits the description.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis body has been here for at least ten days. But we need to call this in.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped to the side, and he let his arm fall. While he radioed what they\u2019d found, she knelt on the ground, arms wrapped around Bella\u2019s body, face buried in the golden fur.<\/p>\n
Soon, he approached. \u201cThey\u2019re calling the authorities. I\u2019ll need to bring them back here. I\u2019ll walk with you until we meet up with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
As they approached the catwalk, voices reached them from up ahead. Soon, four Santa Rosa County personnel came into view. Kris bid Tony farewell with a boulder-size knot in her stomach. Whether from being forced to spend the day with him or capping it off with the grisly find in the forest, she wasn\u2019t sure. Probably both. As a detective, maybe Tony was used to dealing with dead bodies. She wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Thunder rumbled again, closer than before.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, Bella.\u201d She picked up her pace to a jog, determined to reach her car before the rain moved in.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t make it. Five minutes later, the sky opened up. Shortly after that, she loaded a sopping wet dog and her own dripping self into her red CR-V. She pulled her phone from her pack and called her best friend, hoping to cancel dinner plans. \u201cI\u2019m finished. Have you started cooking yet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe casserole\u2019s in the oven, waiting for you to arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n
She\u2019d been afraid of that. \u201cI need to borrow some dry clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure thing. We\u2019re getting the same storm. Maybe it\u2019ll pass before you leave here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris ended the call and heaved a sigh. Forty minutes to Fort Walton Beach and an hour home, when she longed to head straight to Pensacola, pick up Gavin from the babysitter and spend the evening locked in her house, loving on her little boy and her dog.<\/p>\n
But she couldn\u2019t let down her best-ever friend. Shannon and her boyfriend had broken up last night, and tonight she needed company. During the darkest period of Kris\u2019s life, Shannon had been there for her. Kassie had tried, but Kris had always felt closer to her best friend than either of her sisters.<\/p>\n
When she pulled into Shannon\u2019s driveway, the rain was still coming down in sheets. She grabbed her umbrella and, after letting Bella out, made a dash for Shannon\u2019s front porch. Once there, Bella shook the water from her fur, showering Kris.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
Moments after she rang the bell, the door swung open, and music spilled from the house. The smile Shannon wore held a lot of sympathy. \u201cCome in. Here are some dry clothes.\u201d She handed Kris a T-shirt and yoga pants.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll put Bella in the garage. Otherwise, your place will smell like wet dog.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGo get changed. I\u2019ve got Bella.\u201d Her voice was raised to compete with what poured from the sound system. She loved her music. Any time a popular band performed within a hundred-mile radius of Fort Walton Beach, she was likely in the audience.<\/p>\n
As Kris headed down the hall, Shannon\u2019s voice followed her. \u201cCome on, sweetie.\u201d<\/p>\n
The smile she\u2019d worn upon greeting her was a good sign. So was the lack of red, puffy eyes. She was handling the breakup well. Of course, Shannon always handled breakups well. She\u2019d had enough practice. She threw off boyfriends like Kris cast off hand-me-down clothes.<\/p>\n
When Kris walked into the kitchen, Shannon was throwing away an empty dogfood can.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou fed her. Thanks.\u201d Her friend didn\u2019t have a dog, but Kris kept a stash of food there.<\/p>\n
\u201cI even toweled her off.\u201d She removed a casserole dish from the oven and placed it on a potholder in the center of the table. \u201cCheesy ground beef, the cheater\u2019s version of lasagna. Have at it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris spooned a good-size serving onto her plate. \u201cIt smells fantastic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shannon sat opposite her. \u201cDid you find your camper lady?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. About forty of us were looking, a bunch of dogs, too, but there was no sign of her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt gets worse. Tony and I discovered a body.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shannon\u2019s eyes rounded. \u201cLike a dead person?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYep.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the camper.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. He said the body had been there longer than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shannon took a swig of iced tea. \u201cWho is this Tony person? Someone good-looking and eligible, I hope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDefinitely good-looking.\u201d As much as she hated to acknowledge it.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd eligible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d He hadn\u2019t been wearing a ring. Not that she\u2019d specifically looked for one. He\u2019d held his sandwich in his left hand, and she hadn\u2019t been able to help but notice.<\/p>\n
Shannon laid down her fork with a sigh. \u201cWhat do you mean, you don\u2019t know? Girl, you need to ask these kinds of questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy, when I couldn\u2019t care less about the answers?\u201d<\/p>\n
Shannon shook her head in that what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you? way.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did get his full name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a start.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTony Sanderson.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shannon\u2019s mouth fell open and snapped shut again. \u201cOh, that Tony.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. Another reason to add to my usual one for why I don\u2019t care whether he\u2019s available or not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shannon shook her head. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. I should never have conned you into writing that note. I thought if he knew how you felt about him, he\u2019d see y\u2019all were meant to be more than just friends. I had no idea he\u2019d use the note as a weapon.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s not like it permanently scarred me. You know, the whole sticks-and-stones thing.\u201d Except that whoever said words couldn\u2019t hurt apparently lived under a rock.<\/p>\n
Kris scooped another bite of the noodle-beef-cheese mixture onto her fork. \u201cEnough about Tony. How are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m all right. It was time.\u201d Her gaze dipped to her plate, and she played with her food for several seconds, spearing and twirling it on her fork. Finally, she met Kris\u2019s gaze. \u201cCarl was starting to scare me. He has anger issues.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris frowned. \u201cAny chance he\u2019ll come back and try to hurt you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. \u201cBut I say we banish both Tony and Carl from the rest of our conversation tonight. Let\u2019s plan another trip on the water.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlready?\u201d She and Shannon, along with Bella and Gavin, had spent the past weekend on Shannon\u2019s small cabin cruiser.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019ll do us both good.\u201d Shannon spooned a bite into her mouth. \u201cI wonder who the cute guy was that we passed on the water.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe passed several cute guys on the water.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one we came up on early Sunday morning, with the cutoff jean shorts and no shirt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Oh, yeah, him. They\u2019d heard a splash ahead of them. As they\u2019d approached, their engine on low, he\u2019d been standing with his back to them, working over the side of the boat. Then he\u2019d whirled, an anchor line or maybe cast net in his hand. \u201cHe didn\u2019t look thrilled to see us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were scaring away his fish.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr maybe it was because you were shining your flashlight in his face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t in his face the whole time. Most of the time I had it aimed at his chest and abs. Very muscular ones, I might add.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris shook her head. Granted, the guy looked like he lived at the gym, but she wasn\u2019t nearly as swayed by good looks as her friend was.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have asked if he was single, except I wasn\u2019t until last night.\u201d Shannon released a wistful sigh. \u201cMaybe if I hang out at the public boat ramps, I\u2019ll run into him again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShannon!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just got out of one relationship, and you\u2019re already trying to jump into another one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the best way to recover. If the horse throws you, get back in the saddle.\u201d Her tone grew serious. \u201cIt\u2019s like I\u2019ve been telling you. No one will ever replace Mark, but isn\u2019t it time to get back out there? I mean, how long has it been since the accident, sixteen months?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEighteen.\u201d Plus one week and two days.<\/p>\n
\u201cA year and a half. If Mark could talk to you right now, he\u2019d say he doesn\u2019t want you pining away for him. He\u2019d want you to be happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am happy.\u201d Relatively speaking.<\/p>\n
She stood to take their plates and silverware to the dishwasher. Shannon followed with the casserole dish. By the time she\u2019d put away the leftovers and cleaned the dish, Kris had finished wiping the counters.<\/p>\n
She hung the dishcloth on the oven door handle. \u201cWould you be disappointed if I ate and split?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe a little, but I understand. After the day you\u2019ve had, you\u2019re probably wiped.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave her a tired smile. \u201cWiped doesn\u2019t begin to describe it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kris walked from the kitchen. \u201cI need to use your restroom before I leave.\u201d Then she\u2019d get Bella and be on her way.<\/p>\n
She stepped into the small room and hit the double switch, turning on the light and the exhaust fan. A minute later, the ring of the doorbell barely penetrated the rumble of the fan motor.<\/p>\n
Her stomach tightened. Carl. Who else would it be at eight thirty at night, in weather like this? Hopefully the breakup hadn\u2019t ticked him off too badly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t answer it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shannon probably wouldn\u2019t hear her shouted words over the music, but she should have the sense to keep a locked door between herself and a possibly irate ex-boyfriend.<\/p>\n
Kris stood and flushed the toilet. Washed and dried her hands. Opened the door. Shut off the light and exhaust fan.<\/p>\n
The hair on her arms stood on end. Something wasn\u2019t right. If Shannon had opened the door, there would be arguing. If she\u2019d kept it closed and locked, there\u2019d be pounding and demands that she open it. But all was quiet except the music.<\/p>\n
She tiptoed down the hall to the driving beat of Crossfade\u2019s \u201cCold\u201d and stepped into the living room. Nothing was amiss. The wall to her left blocked the view of the kitchen. She moved forward, and the wall ended, opening the living room to the kitchen\/dining area.<\/p>\n
Blood whooshed through her ears, and her knees started to buckle.<\/p>\n
A man stood between the table and the cabinetry, his back to her, a knife gripped in one latex-covered hand, his other stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. Shannon lay at his feet in an expanding pool of blood, hands clutching her stomach and chest, one leg slowly bending and straightening.<\/p>\n
Kris pressed a hand to her mouth to stop the scream rising in her throat. But the gasp had already escaped. The intruder turned. It wasn\u2019t Carl. It was the boater she and Shannon had met early Sunday morning.<\/p>\n
As he leaped toward her, his foot slid backward on the tile, slick with Shannon\u2019s blood, and he landed hard on that knee. Kris bolted across the living room. By the time she threw the deadbolt and opened the door, heavy footsteps pounded behind her.<\/p>\n
She flew down the porch stairs. Cold rain poured down on her, drenching her for the second time.<\/p>\n
She looked frantically around. There was no one to help her, no traffic in either direction. She ran for the side of the house. The intruder shot outside the same moment she rounded the corner. Had he seen her? If so, he\u2019d be on her in moments. Her best option was to hide.<\/p>\n
She climbed over the viburnum hedge that lined the side of Shannon\u2019s house and lay flat against the stucco wall. The hedge was thick, the branches of each shrub intertwining with the limbs of the next. If he wasn\u2019t looking, he\u2019d never see her.<\/p>\n
Heavy footsteps moved closer. As she peered between two of the shrubs, sneakers passed within feet of her face. She held her breath, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Keep going. Once he left the yard, she could make a run for a neighbor\u2019s house and have them call the police.<\/p>\n
A rustle sounded nearby, then another and another, each closer than the last. Her heart almost stopped. He was searching the hedge for her.<\/p>\n
She low-crawled away from him, keeping her side pressed against the house. When she reached the front corner, she sprang to her feet and sprinted toward the road. A vehicle approached from her left. Her heart leaped into her throat. If she ran into the street in front of him, maybe he\u2019d stop and help her.<\/p>\n
The killer\u2019s footsteps pounded closer. By the time she reached the edge of the road, she could hear his labored breaths. A hand brushed her back.<\/p>\n
She ran into the street. The headlights shining through the downpour were closer than she\u2019d expected. The driver hadn\u2019t seen her. He\u2019d never get stopped in time.<\/p>\n
She made a desperate lunge, steeling herself for the sickening thud of metal against flesh. And the searing pain that would follow.<\/p>\n
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