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It’s Christmastime and the nights are far from silent for Abby Craig.
She is haunted by a vision unlike anything she has ever experienced before. As a church bell rings out in the lonely night, a young woman is left dying in an alley, her blood staining the snow beneath her.
In her greatest challenge ever, Abby soon discovers that she’ll need a Christmas miracle to change the murderous course of events.
The streets of Bend are red with blood this holiday season and Abby Craig is the only one who can stop it. Or can she?
trying to lessen the blow. “I don’t know. But I suppose it could have something to do with the ghost I saw when we were driving back into town the other night,” I said. Kate stared at me for a full minute without saying anything. She finished her glass and shook her head slowly. “Aw, shit, Abby.” CHAPTER 12 As my eyes adjusted to the whiteness enveloping me, I began to slowly make out a brick wall on my right. And another to my left. I was in some sort of hallway or alley. The
she slammed the old coffee grounds into the recycle bin. “And right before his big break. Dude is thinking with the wrong body part on this one. You might want to talk to him.” “Heard that, Negative Nancy,” David yelled at her. He was standing far over in the corner of the café, talking with some customers. “How did he do that?” I said, lowering my voice. “He’s all ears when he wants to be. Hey, fool, can you hear this? You’re the last person on the planet who should be skiing.” Even though
couldn’t understand why she was playing hide and seek all of a sudden. There had always been an urgency connected to her. She wanted me to save someone. We were running out of time. And now she was playing games. It didn’t make sense. I told myself driving home that maybe I had just imagined it. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time I had been wrong about something. CHAPTER 27 I filled David in on everything as we drove up to the mountain. I started with that night when I saw the
breathed it in as I stood in the kitchen. I walked over to the stove and watched the steam rising off the cookies and reached out to grab one. But the voices stopped me. The voices of children, coming from the living room. My heart pounded as I crept out and saw the giant Christmas tree in the far corner. Green and bright and full of life. Full of color. Colors I could see, blinking and beautiful. Red, green, blue, orange. Purple. A huge glittering gold star on top and a large stuffed Santa
his books and then dashed away.” “That’s so cool,” I said. “I haven’t ever met any celebrities before. So what books of his have you read?” “None, silly. It’s all I could come up with at the time. I like to think that I’ve become better at thinking on my feet since then.” “Let’s hope so.” “Are we there yet?” Paloma suddenly said in a sleepy voice. “Almost, Sleeping Beauty,” David said. “How was your nap?” “It was right.” “Orale pues,” he tried to say. “Stop hurting my ears, white boy,”