Shielding His Christmas Witness
A Protector for her ChildDays away from testifying in a bank robbery and murder case, witness Kari Danville's safe house is breached, forcing her to run for her life. Scared, alone and pregnant, her only hope for survival rests in the protection of FBI agent Marc Callahan. With everyone in uniform a suspect, Marc goes rogue to keep her alive. Deep in hiding as the holidays approach, the vulnerable mother-to-be proves a dangerous distraction. But Marc can't lose another witness on his watch. As the Christmastime trial draws near, the killer stalks ever closer. And Marc must find a way to shield Kari—and her unborn baby—long enough for justice to be served.
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A PROTECTOR FOR HER CHILD
Days away from testifying in a bank robbery and murder case, witness Kari Danvilleâs safe house is breached, forcing her to run for her life. Scared, alone and pregnant, her only hope for survival rests in the protection of FBI agent Marc Callahan. With everyone in uniform a suspect, Marc goes rogue to keep her alive. Deep in hiding as the holidays approach, the vulnerable mother-to-be proves a dangerous distraction. But Marc canât lose another witness on his watch. As the Christmastime trial draws near, the killer stalks ever closer. And Marc must find a way to shield Kariâand her unborn babyâlong enough for justice to be served.
âLetâs go, but stay to my left, okay?â
They left the motel, keeping close to the building as they rounded the corner to the back.
Kari didnât say much once she was safe inside his car, and he drove away from the motel, although he could tell she was watching the road behind them for any sign of the SUV that had shot at them. He hated knowing she was so afraid.
He headed for the interstate, but they were on the freeway for barely ten minutes when bright headlights gained on them from behind. Marc tensed when he realized the vehicle was an SUV.
The same one as before? How was that possible?
He hit the gas, determined to put distance between them.
âGun!â Kari shouted. Sure enough, he could see the narrow barrel of a gun poking through the passenger-side window just like it had earlier.
âHang on,â he said, pushing the speed limit as much as he dared.
âNot again! Please, not again!â
Kariâs desperate cry stabbed like a hot poker in his gut. Heâd promised to keep her safe.
He couldnât bear the thought of failure. Of losing another witness.
A pregnant witness.
LAURA SCOTT is a nurse by day and an author by night. She has always loved romance, reading faith-based books by Grace Livingston Hill in her teenage years. Sheâs thrilled to have published sixteen books for Love Inspired Suspense. She has two adult children and lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with her husband of thirty years. Please visit Laura at laurascottbooks.com, as she loves to hear from her readers.
All the prophets testify about him, that everyone who believes in him receives forgiveness of sins through his name.
âActs 10:43
This book is dedicated to my cousin Carol Goodfellow. Carol, thanks for always being supportive of me and my books. Love you!
Contents
A muffled thud startled Kari Danville, pulling her out of a sound sleep. She froze, heart racing as she blinked in the darkness, straining to listen.
Silence.
She placed a protective hand over her slightly rounded abdomen, trying to tell herself she and her baby were safe. The noise sheâd heard was not someone trying to get inside the safe house. It was only her imagination going into overdrive.
Special Agent Marc Callahan promised no one other than the bank-robbery task force members knew sheâd been moved here. And there was an officer stationed right outside. Kari forced herself to take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. No reason to think the serial bank robber she was now scheduled to testify against in a weekâs time had sent his buddies after her.
The sound of shattering glass made a mockery of her attempt to remain calm. Kari reacted instinctively, leaping out of bed and grabbing her phone as she quickly shoved her feet into running shoes.
She had to get out of here. Now!
Thankfully, sheâd been sleeping in a pair of thick stretch pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Yanking a sweatshirt over her head wasted a precious moment, but then she quickly made her way over to the window. The sash lifted easily enough, but removing the storm window was difficult. Willing her fingers not to shake, she finally managed to pry the window out of the frame.
She threw her leg over the sill. At eighteen weeks along, she was still fairly flexible, but she couldnât help worrying the short drop would somehow harm her baby. Halfway out the window, she heard the bedroom door bang open.
No!
She tumbled to the ground at the same time she heard two muffled bangs. Something whizzed past her head.
He was shooting at her!
Her ankle twisted as she landed hard, but she ignored the throbbing pain as she sprinted through the cold winter night, crossing the snow-covered ground in order to reach the protective shadows of the evergreen trees behind the safe house.
Lord, keep me and my baby safe in Your care!
The prayer helped her to remain calm. Where should she go? She needed to call for help, either Detective Monique Barclay or FBI agent Marc Callahan, but didnât dare stop long enough to use her phone. She had to assume the gunman had followed her footprints in the snow to the small wooded area. From there, the bare areas on the ground around the trees helped hide her trail.
