Person of Interest
WOMAN ON THE RUNWhile babysitting a young servicewoman's infant, Natalie Frazier hears a murder in the neighboring army duplex. Convinced her former commander is behind the crime, the ex-soldier bolts with the baby. But who will believe her story? Army investigator Everett Kohl deals only with the facts, but this time his gut instincts can't be denied. Is the attractive Natalie a cunning killer, as his ranking officers believe, or an innocent victim? Ordered to bring her in, Everett has a decision to make. Helping her could cost him his job…but not protecting Natalie and the baby could get all of them killed…Military Investigations: Serving their country and solving crimes
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WOMAN ON THE RUN
While babysitting a young servicewomanâs infant, Natalie Frazier hears a murder in the neighboring army duplex. Convinced her former commander is behind the crime, the ex-soldier bolts with the baby. But who will believe her story? Army investigator Everett Kohl deals only with the facts, but this time his gut instincts canât be denied. Is the attractive Natalie a cunning killer, as his ranking officers believe, or an innocent victim? Ordered to bring her in, Everett has a decision to make. Helping her could cost him his jobâ¦but not protecting Natalie and the baby could get all of them killedâ¦
Military Investigations: Serving their country and solving crimes
âKeep your head down.â
Everett pulled off the roadway onto a dirt path. âWeâre being followed.â
Itâs him. The killer. She didnât give voice to her suspicion. Couldnât.
He stopped behind a thick stand of trees. âStay here. Iâll go check.â
Seconds after he disappeared into the woods, brakes squealed in the distance. Cuddling the baby tighter, she heard a crack of a gunshot cut through the stillness.
A lump of fear filled her throat.
No. Surely Everett hadnât been shot. Then a new realization hit her. The shooter could follow the tire tracks. She and the baby were easy prey.
She stepped from the car and ran, clutching the baby close.
Leaves rustled behind her. Footfalls came closer. Her toe caught, she started to fall and someone grabbed her.
âIâve got you.â
It wasnât the killer, but Everett.
DEBBY GIUSTI is an award-winning Christian author who met and married her military husband at Fort Knox, Kentucky. Together they traveled the world, raised three wonderful children and have now settled in Atlanta, Georgia, where Debby spins tales of mystery and suspense that touch the heart and soul. Visit Debby online at debbygiusti.com; blog with her at seekerville.blogspot.com and craftieladiesofromance.blogspot.com; and email her at [email protected].
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Natalie Frazierâs heart raced as she woke with a start and struggled to get her bearings. Blinking her way back to reality, she recognized the Jonesesâ living room on post at Fort Rickman, Georgia, instead of her own apartment in nearby Freemont.
Outside, wind tangled through the giant oaks. Branches creaked in the September night and scraped against the two-story brick quarters. The sound added to her unease as lightning flashed through the windows, followed by thunder that buffeted the house.
She closed the book that lay open on her lap and hesitated, listening for the babyâs cry. Relieved that the little one hadnât awakened, she placed the textbook on the coffee table. How to Manage the Middle School Classroom was required reading for her teaching degree and had undoubtedly lulled her to sleep.
But what had awakened her?
Natalie had accepted the two-week nanny position caring for Lieutenant Wanda Jonesâs five-month-old daughter while Wanda was away for training, and she planned to use the time to catch up on her classwork.
As prior military, with six years on active duty under her belt, Natalie was usually unfazed by new circumstances. Tonight was different.
In hopes of calming her anxiety, she hurried into the foyer and insured the front door was locked before she stepped to the nearby window. Easing back the curtain, she stared for a long moment at the narrow, two-lane road that ran through the military housing area. A porch light from one of the duplexes across the street cast a yellow glow over the few cars parked at the curb.
Dropping the curtain, she flexed her shoulders to allay the tension in her neck and padded across the hardwood floor to the kitchen. The small, cozy room had seemed inviting this morning when sheâd arrived. Wanda had coffee brewing and warm-from-the-oven cinnamon rolls to welcome her. The scent of the fresh brew and hot rolls had long since disappeared, leaving behind an emptiness that tugged at her heart. She and the baby were safe, yet something about the night was unsettling. Probably the darkness outside and the encroaching storm. Both caused her concern.
Opening the door to the attached one-car garage, she stared into the interior, seeing only her small sedan. Convinced her imagination was playing tricks on her, she shut the door and slipped the chain lock in place before she flipped off the kitchen light and retraced her steps into the main living-dining room combination.
