âWho are you?â Amanda asked.
Even her voice was different, deeper. If she had hit him square in the jaw with the solid wood, Evan wouldnât have been more stunned.
âAmandaâ¦â he began.
âIâI donât know who you areââ Fear and confusion shook her voice and blurred her green eyes.
Just then a diesel engine drew his attention toward the street, and she gained an opportunity to push the door closed. But then she stopped and stepped over the threshold to stand beside him, trembling in the cold.
A yellow school bus, lights flashing, pulled to the curb. The door opened and a child skipped down the stairs and up the walk.
Evanâs knees weakened, and his heart jumped in his chest. The boy had the exact features Evan saw when he looked in the mirror every morning.
Heâd not only found his runaway wife. Heâd found a son, too. The son heâd never known he had.
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Lisa Childs has been writing since she could first form sentences. At eleven she won her first writing award and was interviewed by the local newspaper. That storyâs plot revolved around a kidnapping, probably something she wished on any of her six siblings. A Halloween birthday predestined a life of writing intrigue. She enjoys the mix of suspense and romance. Readers can write to Lisa at P.O. Box 139, Marne, MI 49435 or visit her at her Web site www.lisachilds.com.
Evan QuadeâHe searches for his missing wife to set her free, but winds up protecting her from a killer.
Amanda QuadeâHer memory lost, she has to rely on a powerful stranger to protect her and her son.
Christopher QuadeâHeâs known only his mother, but if a killerâs quest for revenge is successful, heâll become an orphan.
William Weering IIIâAmandaâs attacker stole her memory. Now he wants her life.
D.A. Peter SullivanâHis job is to keep Amanda safe, but he fails, either by incompetence or coercion.
Martin âSnakeâ TimmerâIs his warning meant to prepare Amanda, or panic her into running?
Cynthia MooreâEvanâs secretary takes her devotion too far.
Royce GrahamâThe Tracker reunites the Quade family but canât protect them from a killerâs madness, or their unresolved feelings.
To Priscilla Berthiaume, my hardworking,
dedicated editor. Thank you for encouraging me to dig deeper into the characters and the story. I couldnât have done it without you! This one is yours!
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
Sheâd lost her mind. What other reason did she have for being out at night when she so hated the dark? Of course, sheâd been using that excuse for the last six years, ever since she had literally lost her mind. Or at least the part of her mind that held her memories.
Amanda sucked in a deep breath and concentrated on the relaxation exercises the last psychiatrist had taught her. But the extra oxygen in her lungs didnât brighten the dim lights of the parking garage, nor raise the sun in the dark sky outside the concrete barriers. So her pulse raced on.
The stale odors of gasoline and exhaust hung in the cold night air. When Amanda exhaled her deep breath, it lingered as a wisp of fog.
How was it her problem that the bridal shopâs deliveryman was down with the flu? Sheâd suffered through her flu shot in the fall. But when her employment had been threatened by her refusal to fill in, sheâd had to leave her sewing machine at home and pack up the wedding gowns to drop back at the shop. Not usually part of her job. She sewed. That was it. She didnât know how sheâd learned this talent, but it was hers. Her one marketable skill.