Cold Case Justice
RUNNING FOR HER LIFEAfter witnessing the murder of her child's father, Rochelle Miller flees. Ten years later, she and her son are still on the run. Now, the killer has tracked them to Montana and will do anything to silence Rochelle. When he gets too close, Rochelle is seriously injured, and EMT Matthew Stewart is the first responder on the scene. He vows to protect her, but it's not just her life on the line. Rochelle and her son have only ever counted on each other. Are they ready to rely on someone new when their future is at stake?
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RUNNING FOR HER LIFE
After witnessing the murder of her childâs father, Rochelle Miller flees. Ten years later, she and her son are still on the run. Now, the killer has tracked them to Montana and will do anything to silence Rochelle. When he gets too close, Rochelle is seriously injured, and EMT Matthew Stewart is the first responder on the scene. He vows to protect her, but itâs not just her life on the line. Rochelle and her son have only ever counted on each other. Are they ready to rely on someone new when their future is at stake?
âWhat if the police say that there is no reason to provide protection?â Rochelle asked.
Again, Matthew wondered exactly what she was up against. She looked as though she might cry. Compassion flooded through him. âWeâll cross that bridge when we get to it. Iâll stay with you now. You need to focus on your recovery.â
She looked up at him for a long moment, probably trying to figure out why he was going to all this trouble. âCan I have your phone, so I can call my son? I need to know that heâs okay.â
He placed the phone in her hand. âEverything is going to be all right. Iâll see to it that you get well so you can take care of that kid of yours. It would help if you told me why these men are after youââ
Matthew heard the thud of a single footstep. The blow to the back of his head caused an explosion in his brain.
The last thing he heard as his cheek collided with the floor was Rochelleâs anguished scream.
SHARON DUNN
has always loved writing, but didnât decide to write for publication until she was expecting her first baby. Pregnancy makes you do crazy things. Three kids, many articles and two mystery series later, she still hasnât found her sanity. Her books have won awards, including a Book of the Year award from American Christian Fiction Writers. She was also a finalist for an RT Book Reviews Inspirational Book of the Year Award.
Sharon has performed in theater and church productions, has degrees in film production and history, and worked for many years as a college tutor and instructor. Despite the fact that her résumé looks as if she couldnât decide what she wanted to be when she grew up, all the education and experience have played a part in helping her write good stories.
When she isnât writing or taking her kids to activities, she reads, plays board games and contemplates organizing her closet. You can reach Sharon through her website, www.sharondunnbooks.net.
For I am the Lord, your God,
who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.
â Isaiah 41:13
This book is dedicated to all the women and men who work tirelessly to help teen moms have a fighting chance in life.
Contents
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
Dear Reader
Questions for Discussion
Rochelle Miller stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted Elwood Corben across the wide corridor of the courthouse where she worked. She took in a deep breath to clear her head as her anxiety level skyrocketed. Why, after ten years, had the man sheâd fled Seattle over shown up in Montana? It couldnât be coincidence. Elwood Corben had hunted her down. But why now, after all this time?
Elwood was speaking to a police officer, their heads bent close together in a very cozy way. She thought to slip into a room before he saw her, but fear paralyzed her. Elwood caught her staring, grinned at her and walked across the corridor. Each of his footsteps seemed to crush her further into the floor.
His face was all teeth and narrow snakelike eyes. His dyed hair couldnât hide that he was a man past sixty. âMegan, how good to see you.â
Even changing her first and last name hadnât kept him away. He must have hired a detective to find her. Sheâd thought sheâd been careful in covering her tracks, but sheâd been only sixteen when sheâd run from him and hadnât had the resources or know-how to do a thorough job in changing her identity.
Rochelle laced her fingers together to hide how badly they were shaking. Though Elwood Corben wouldnât harm her with all these people around, sheâd picked up on the threat beneath his words. Only she knew the truth about Elwood Corbenâthat he was a cold-blooded murderer.
She squared her shoulders and purged her voice of the terror raging inside her. âI have to go to work.â She hurried toward a courtroom that she knew had just adjourned. She slipped into the milling crowd and headed toward a side exit. When she looked over her shoulder, she couldnât see Elwood among the throng of people. Working her way through the labyrinth of the courthouse, she took a circuitous route to the side street where her car was parked. The winter cold chilled her skin as she got into her car. She hadnât had time to get her coat or her purse, but was glad she had shoved her keys into her pants pocket. Her heart raced as she slipped in behind the wheel and started the car.
