A child in jeopardy
A double homicide has left the quiet town of Country Corners reeling. Sheriff Elizabeth Bradford is shocked by the crimeâ¦and by her urge to protect the only witnessâa five-year-old autistic boy. For little Jeremy, Liz will do anythingÂâeven team up with psychiatrist Dr. Adam Morgan, the former high-school sweetheart who shattered her trust.
Back then, Adam thought leaving town was his only option. Heâs never stopped regretting it. Jeremy holds the key to a killerâs identity. And with Jeremyâand Lizânow in the crosshairs, Adam needs to find answers before he loses everything he cherishes.
âIf weâre going to do this, we have to move fast. You have to get rid of Sal and Paul. Now. They canât know weâre leaving.â
Liz shot a troubled glance Adamâs way. He was asking her to make a split-second decision. And it wasnât a simple decision. Whatever choice she made would have long-lasting effects on a small boyâs life.
She had always run things by the book, followed the rules just as her father had taught her. No one would ever expect her to sanction this ideaâand that might be the very reason it could work.
Adamâs eyes locked with hers in an intense, steady stare. âTrust me.â
Trust him?
Dear Lord, I trusted him once with my heart and he shattered it into a million pieces. Do I dare trust him againâthis time with my lifeâ¦and the life of that innocent child? Help me make the right decision, Lord.
Liz looked at Adam and nodded. âLetâs do it.â
DIANE BURKE
is the mother of two grown sons and the grandmother of three wonderful, growing-like-weeds grandsons. She has two daughters-in-law who have blessed her by their addition to her family. She lives in Florida, nestled somewhere between the Daytona Beach speedway and the St. Augustine fort, with Cocoa, her golden Lab, and Thea, her border collie. Thea and Cocoa donât know they are dogs, because no one has ever told them. Shhh.
When she was growing up, her siblings always believed she could âexaggerateâ her way through any story and often waited with bated breath to see how events turned out, even though they had been present at most of them. Now she brings those stories to life on the written page.
Her writing has earned her numerous awards, including a Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence.
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For every child of God defeats this evil world,
and we achieve this victory through our faith.
â1 John 5:4
My sincerest thanks to my wonderful editors,
Sarah McDaniel-Dyer and Tina James. They go the extra mile to make my work the best it can be. I am truly blessed.
ONE
The person who coined the phrase âyou canât go home againâ apparently forgot to tell Adam Morgan.
Sheriff Elizabeth Bradford tossed the remnants of her half-eaten sandwich to the ducks and wished she could figure out a way to avoid running into him. Sheâd rather have a root canal without Novocain, or break up a barroom brawl. Sheâd buried this chapter of her life. Was it too much to wish it would have stayed buried?
Liz watched the Missouri residents pass by from her spot on the park bench. Children played on swings and hung from monkey bars. Owners walked their dogs. People rested under trees reading books or they huddled together having quiet conversations. Everything appeared like any normal summer dayâexcept it wasnât, was it?
Adam Morgan was back in town.
Her stomach clenched.
This was crazy.
They broke up over fifteen years ago. Sheâd put it behind her and moved on, or at least thatâs what she kept telling herself.
The radio transmitter on Lizâs shoulder crackled and the dispatcherâs voice called out her personal identification code. âBravo 24.â
Liz rose and headed toward her patrol car. Putting her personal issues aside and, in full sheriff mode, she hit the transmit key on her shoulder.
âBravo 24. Go ahead.â
âCode 187. Location 145 Creek Trail.â
She stopped abruptly. Her heart skipped a beat. Double homicides? Here? Nothing ever happened here. Nothing bad, that is.
Sure, they had some problems with drugs. All towns did. Their first drug-related homicide had happened just last week. A small-time dealer was murdered and his body left in an alley behind Smittyâs bar. But, overall, Country Corners was a quiet, off-the-beaten-path kind of town.
Liz hit her transmit key. âDispatch, give Darlene a call. I know itâs her day off but I want all hands on deck. Send the rest of the team to the site. And donât forget to notify Matt.â
âTeam already dispatched, Sheriff, as well as the coroner. Sal handled it. He called Darlene in, too.â
âGood. En route in five.â
Code 187. Location 145 Creek Trail.