The block letters trailed across the glass in smeared reddish-bronze lipstick, and the splintered tubes clustered beneath the window, crushed into the carpet.Ī writer and editor since 1975, Ramona Richards has worked on staff with a number of publishers. ![]() She stumbled back against Daniel, who braced her, his hands closing on her shoulders. “Dear God, save us.”Īpril’s eyes widened as her breath left her. Picking his way through the shards of April’s life, the man fumbled through the ripped cloth for the cord, then slowly drew back the drapes.Īt the sight of the windows, Daniel gasped out a low, choked prayer. He shook his head, and Daniel gestured toward the window. She looked at the police officer next to her. The television, the carpet, the curtains that hung half off their rods…Īpril froze, her eyes narrowing. Her mind clicked like a telegraph through what would have to be replaced. Yet will he stay by her side when the shocking truth is unveiled? ![]() In the race to uncover April's missing memory before the killer finds her, Daniel is the only one she can trust to keep her safe. Or can she?Daniel Rivers is certain that April remembers more of his father's death than she realizes. She barely caught a glimpse of the crime through the deep Tennessee cornfield, and cannot recall anything to help the investigation. Who killed my father?Eyewitness to a murder, April Presley wants to answer the deputy sheriff's harrowing question.
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