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<BLOCKQUOTE>It was a desperate plan. But Mary Grace Winters knew the only way to save herself and her child from her abusive cop husband was to stage their own death. Now all that remains of their former life is at the bottom of a lake. Armed with a new identity in a new town, she and her son have found refuge hundreds of miles away. As Caroline Stewart, she has almost forgotten the nightmare she left behind nine years ago. She is even taking a chance on love with Max Hunter, a man with wounds of his own. But her past is about to collide with the present when her husband uncovers her trail and threatens her hard-won peace. Step by step, he's closing in on her- and everything and everyone she loves.
shoulder to see Helen sadly staring at him from the picture window in the dining room and again his heart tugged, even though he knew he was still being manipulated. “Yes, actually. My hands were covered in fish guts.” Rodriguez coughed. “I can think of several dozen ways I’d prefer to spend a Saturday night.” “Did you call me to criticize how I spend my recreational time, or did you have something specific to say, Rodriguez?” Steven asked, only mildly annoyed. Rodriguez chuckled. “I wanted to
integrity. My father had all those things.” He paused and Caroline felt him draw a shaky breath. “Do you want to know what I’m feeling right now?” Tom tilted his head, giving Max the wariest of nods. Max’s arms tightened around Caroline. “I’m feeling relieved, to be honest. Relieved he can’t escape and find us again. I’ve lost hours of sleep in the last six weeks worrying that he’d find a way to escape and come back to hurt your mother and you. Worrying that we’d spend the rest of our lives
shrugged. “Whatever.” The three walked in silence until they reached Caroline’s very old Toyota. Tom came to an abrupt halt. “What is this?” he demanded, glaring over his shoulder. Caroline pursed her lips. “My car.” She unlocked the driver’s door and flipped the unlock switch. “Get in.” She eyed him over the roof of the car. “Please.” He climbed in the back, barely waiting until she and Dana had fastened their seat belts before exploding. “How did you fix it? I thought we didn’t have enough
this weekend.” Ross’s lips quivered. “Does a woman happen to come with this boat?” Steven’s smile vanished. He’d almost been able to forget about young Suzanna Mendelson. “Only if I can’t convince her daddy to come instead.” Raleigh, North Carolina Saturday, March 10 2 P.M. Winters had taken a little break in his surveillance of Susan Crenshaw, who he’d found in the city of Greenville, about a two-hour drive from Raleigh. He was on a proactive information-gathering mission, spurred by
picked up the framed picture from his nightstand. As always the little tow-headed boy with the serious blue eyes looked up at him. And as always Rob Winters closed his eyes and visualized punishing the man that had stolen his son. But today … Today was different. Today the punishment would be infinitely more severe. For before Hutchins had pulled up the car there’d been the smallest shred of hope that Robbie would come home. Now Winters knew Robbie was never coming home. Chapter Three