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Kendall Deaton pulls herself and her baby out of a wrecked car, and a mixture of courage and fear gets her to the top of a ravine, where she flags down help. But she doesn’t dare reveal her true identity to the authorities. Instead, she plans her immediate escape. Her perilous flight begins. The best public defender in Prosper, South Carolina, Kendall had stumbled upon the town’s chilling secret – and her marriage to one of the town’s most powerful men has become a living hell. Now Kendall is a terrified mother trying to save her child’s life…a reluctant witness who knows too much about an insidious evil…and a woman surrounded by forces that will stop at nothing to protect what is “theirs.” “This page-turner is a must on any summer beach reading list and a testament to Brown’s gifts as a talented storyteller.” – USA Today
He would also write down the telephone number of his office, and Pepperdyne’s, in case the postman thought it was a prank and wanted to check him out. Then he would raise the red flag on the mailbox. With any luck, the postman would notice it tomorrow and stop. Even better, he might catch the postman on his route. Now that he had another plan in mind, he felt energized. He covered the distance back to the house in half the time. Even so, as he reached the porch he heard her car turning into the
report as soon as it was available, then he spun around and addressed the police captain. “You heard him. Gibb and Matt Burnwood vandalized Ms. Robb’s house this afternoon. They are in this town. Call in every man on your force. My men are at your disposal, and more are on the way. I want these bastards found. Tonight. Now.” The policeman charged off to do Pepperdyne’s bidding, but the FBI man called him back for one final word: “They’re mean sons of bitches. Tell your men not to be deceived by
quite.” “You mean the amnesia? No glimmers of memory?” “Don’t pretend to be disappointed. You don’t want me to remember. Do you?” “Of course I do.” “Then why won’t you help me along? You’re very stingy when it comes to information.” “The doctor said—” “The doctor said, the doctor said,” he mimicked in a nasty tone. “You claimed not to have any confidence in that fast-talking, slick little shit, but you sure as hell quote him when it suits you.” “The doctor said I shouldn’t crowd your mind
created. You’ve talked terrorists into laying down their weapons even though they believed that surrendering would keep them out of heaven. Such are your powers of persuasion.” “Once, maybe. Not anymore.” “You had one bad day and things went south.” “One bad day? You can reduce what happened to one bad day?” “I didn’t mean to minimize it. But no one held you responsible. No one, John. You couldn’t have known that the kook was going to carry out his threats.” “I should have known, though,
although she seems to be on the up and up. According to her win/loss record, she was a shrewd public defender and gave the good-ol’-boy legal system in Prosper a run for its money. Knowing what we do now about the people in key positions there, she’d have to be tough to have survived as long as she did.” “So what’s the problem?” John asked, nodding toward the computer, which he knew was linked to numerous national and international information networks. “Apparently there’s a bug in our system.