Fiction-Romance/Suspense
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 202 pages
Augus 2011
$11.95

ISBN-13: 978-1-936167-50-0
Detective Morgan Reynolds thought her nightmare was over when serial killer Gerald ‘The Slasher’ Tate was sent to
prison for her husband's murder. But she was wrong. The Slasher has escaped and he’s making it even more personal
this time. Tate has kidnapped her son and is giving her 72 hours to find the answers he wants or Jared dies.
The amusing smirk she’d worn all morning was gone, her face now void of expression.

She jerked open the passenger side door. “Will you drive please?” she asked, handing him the keys. “I’m sorry, go
ahead,” she spoke into her cell phone.

Chase scooted across the seat and she climbed in.

“Hang on a minute…I need you to drop me off at my house, forty-six eleven Crestview.”

Realizing she was speaking to him, he turned to her. “Everything okay?”

“Just hurry please,” she said. He watched as she dumped out the contents of her purse in the seat beside her. She
picked up a small leather address book, and fingered through it while steadying the phone between her shoulder and
chin. “We aren’t moving, yet,” she said, her voice much sharper.

He put the unmarked police cruiser in reverse and took out of the parking lot. Keeping his eyes on the road, he
listened to the one-sided conversation.

“Jeremy Metzer, Tommy Stewart and Melissa Davidson. Davidson’s mother is a dispatcher, nights, I think. The Metzers
live a couple of doors down from us. Stay at home mom and a dad who are in realty. Tommy Stewart lives with his
grandmother over on Elm. He and Tommy spend quite a lot of time together. He slept over Saturday night. Okay, let
me know as soon as you hear something. I will.”

Chase glanced over to see her rubbing the bridge of her nose. Her cell phone lay in her lap. He sensed something
was terribly wrong. “How long are you going to keep me in the dark here?”

She glanced up at him briefly, just long enough for him to see tears forming in her eyes. She then turned to stare out
the windshield. “Jared didn’t make it home from school,” she said stiffly. “He usually walks home with his friend, Jeremy,
and stays at his house till I get home. They had an argument, though, and he walked home alone.”

“It’s not even two yet.”

“School got out at one today because of a parent teacher conference. I phoned to make sure he’d made it to the
Metzers, but they hadn’t seen him. When I called home and didn’t get an answer, I had my neighbor go over to check
on him. He wasn’t there.”

“Maybe he stopped for a snack or something along the way.”

She shook her head. “The school is only a block and a half from the house and there aren’t any stores along the way.”

“I’m sure he’s fine. He probably dropped by a friend’s and forgot the time.”

She glared at him. “I don’t let my child wander the streets, Lieutenant.”

“You said he was rebellious.”

“Yes, but he’s not suicidal. He knows how I get when I don’t know where he is.”

He wouldn’t have taken her for an overprotective mother. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be fine,” he said, and offered her a
supportive smile before saying a prayer. Lord, please let the boy be all right. With all that’s going on, I hate the thought
of him being out on the streets alone. Keep watch over him.

Chase stopped the car. Morgan leaped from the passenger side and ran up the small slope to her front door.

“Jared,” she called out as she entered the foyer. After dropping her purse on the bottom step, she ran up the stairs to
his room.  

He wasn’t there.

She crossed the room to the unmade bed and searched for any sign that he’d been there since that morning, but his
backpack was nowhere in sight. Glancing out the window, she spotted Cosmo lounging next to his doghouse.  

Please, God…please let him be at one of his friends’. Please let him be safe!

Morgan fought off the threatening tears as she searched her bedroom, the guest bedroom, and the
bathrooms before heading back downstairs.

“Afternoon, Sergeant.” Morgan froze at the familiar voice coming from her answering machine. She stepped into the
living room and stared at the black box next to the phone. “Not to worry, you’re little boy is safe and sound. He’ll stay
that way as long as you don’t contact your buddies down at the police station. I’ll be in touch soon.” She looked at
Chase.  

“Sorry. I thought maybe he’d left you a message,” he said.

“Oh no.” Her worst fear confirmed, Morgan sank onto the couch and wrapped her arms around her midsection. She
struggled to fight off the nausea that threatened to consume her.
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