The Face of Deceit
Her parents had been killed before her very eyes, though Karen O'Neill could barely remember that childhood horror.Now an art buyer is dead and Karen's famous face" vases are being shattered. What about the vases led to the cold-blooded killing? Art expert Mason DuBroc believes the clues are in the clay. That the creepy face Karen molds is motive for murder.Has someone recognized himself in her work? Karen must know something she shouldn't. Something her subconscious has held on to for years. And something a crazed killer will do anything to keep buried…with Karen.
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“I started having nightmares about being chased,” Karen said.
“I couldn’t tell who it was,” she added, “but there was this face.” She tapped the photo of her vase again. “I woke up in such a panic that I…” She swallowed. “I’d never felt a fear like that. I did the first vase in an attempt to get rid of the nightmare. I never expected to sell it—or that it would be the start of dozens of others.”
“Any idea what the dream meant?” Mason asked.
She frowned. “You mean, like an interpretation?”
“Sure. Remember that the Bible is full of dreams and visions, and most meant something significant.” Mason paused and shoved his hands into his pockets, a little puzzled by his own words. Where had that come from? He knew the Bible, but not much beyond a childhood Sunday-school level. “What if your memory is picking up on someone you really know and plopping it on those vases?” he asked.
Karen turned to him. “It can’t be.”
“Why not?” If her dreams were a memory trying to work its way out, this was the logical response, the only response. He swallowed hard, dropping his voice. “Karen, has anyone ever tried to kill you?”
Karen’s eyes met his, evenly, solidly. “Yes.”
RAMONA RICHARDS
A writer and editor since 1975, Ramona Richards has worked on staff with a number of publishers. Ramona has also freelanced with more than twenty magazine and book publishers and has won awards for both her fiction and nonfiction. She’s written everything from sales training video scripts to book reviews, and her latest articles have appeared in Today’s Christian Woman, College Bound and Special Ed Today. She sold a story about her daughter to Chicken Soup for the Caregiver’s Soul, and Secrets of Confidence, a book of devotionals, is available from Barbour Publishing.
In 2004, the God Allows U-Turns Foundation, in conjunction with the Advanced Writers and Speakers Association (AWSA), chose Ramona for their “Strength of Choice” award, and in 2003, AWSA nominated Ramona for Best Fiction Editor of the Year. The Evangelical Press Association presented her with an award for reporting in 2003, and in 1989 she won the Bronze Award for Best Original Dramatic Screenplay at the Houston International Film Festival. A member of the American Christian Fiction Writers and the Romance Writers of America, she has five other novels complete or in development.
Ramona and her daughter live in a suburb of Nashville, Tennessee. She can be reached through her Web site, www.ramonarichards.com.
The Face of Deceit
Ramona Richards
In the morning, O Eternal One, listen for my voice;
in the day’s first light I will offer my prayer to You and watch expectantly for Your answer.
—Psalms 5:3
To Sunny,
who first put me on a wheel and let me disappear into the clay. Your unparalleled friendship is a true blessing.
With special thanks to Vickie C. Martin
and her team at Goodlettsville, Tennessee’s Scentaments, for the first drops of inspiration for Karen’s “face vases.”
“Before you do anything else,
before you center it on the wheel, before you think about what you’re going to make, listen to the clay. God created it; it’s part of His world. Honor it. Honor Him. Listen closely. The clay has a voice. It has a memory. It will tell you all you need to know.”
—Jake Abernathy
Lessons to a Young Potter, 1989
CONTENTS
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
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EPILOGUE
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
“Not again!”
Karen O’Neill stared at the pottery shards clustered at the base of the open door, a twinge of fear tightening her chest. Her sudden words, although barely more than a whisper, startled the cat in her arms. The gray velvet half-Persian leaped free in a graceful arc over the threshold and disappeared into the hedges bordering the backyard.
“Lacey!” Karen stepped over the remains of the ceramic vase, her sense of fear escalating. “Wait!”
No good. The cat, cooped up all morning as Karen worked in her pottery studio, wasn’t listening. “As if you ever do,” Karen muttered. She quickly scanned her sloping, tree-covered backyard, searching for any signs of danger, any other human presence…any indication of who could have smashed a vase against her back door.
Karen’s own vase, in fact. One of her own unique “face vases,” a design she had first created a few years ago. Slender and marked by a distinctive white face on one side, the vibrantly colored vases had become her artistic trademark. Recently, they had become increasingly popular among galleries and collectors in the Northeast, a trend predicted by art historian Mason DuBroc, who had published an article on them. Mason, intrigued by the vases, had warned Karen that she needed to increase her output, to prepare for growing popularity. “Everyone will love them,” he’d insisted.
Someone, however, had taken a distinct dislike to the vases. A violent dislike.
Around her, the yard remained silent, revealing no clues. The only motion was from the prowling cat and a squirrel annoyed by the Persian’s presence. Even the pink and gold flowers near the door, their heady scent lured out by the warm May sun, showed no indication of a breeze or a passing human. No lurking villains, no suspicious shadows. Peaceful.
