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The Witness Protection Program claims it can keep anyone safe if only the person follows the rules . . . so Maria follows the rules. Every rule. She gives up everything'her friends, her family, her past, even her name'to ensure her daughter has a future. Reborn as Veronica Minor, Maria struggles to build a new life amid the beauty of her flower shop in the sleepy little town of Sunberry, Ohio. A life where her daughter can have a happy normal childhood. A life where her daughter will never know that her father was a monster. When a child disappears, Veronica prays it has nothing to do with her past, but what if she's wrong? Not knowing whom to trust, she trusts no one . . . and that's her first mistake, because the nightmare isn't over'her dead husband just called from the grave.
ignore it.” “But...I didn’t do anything wrong.” Maria couldn’t believe it. “Conrad said he’d help me. All I want you to do is call him for me.” Her knees shook. She stepped backwards and collapsed on a porch swing. “I...I...didn’t do it.” “Maybe, maybe not, but I’m still obligated to take you into custody for questioning.” “No...no. I can’t do that. I’ve got to keep Layla safe. If I’m in police custody, who’s going to keep her safe? I can’t let him get to Layla.” “Let who? What are you
thumbs up signal to Maria. “I need you to come over here. I’d rather not say over the phone.” A pause. “OK. See you in a minute.” She shut the phone and stood. “I’ll go make some coffee and sandwiches. We’re gonna need them.” Maria sat on the sofa, praying she’d made the right decision to trust Suzanne and the Sunberry Police Department. Something about Suzanne made Maria feel safe. As if the two women had more of a connection than police officer and citizen. Her instincts said she’d made the
Suzanne hit the button on the recorder. “Tell him you have to talk with Emily before you’ll even think about meeting with him.” Maria nodded. “Hello.” “How dare you hang up on me and refuse my calls.” His voice was icy calm. “I told you to keep the phone on.” “I needed time to think.” “And have you had time to think, Maria? Have you decided whether you want sweet little Emily to live or die?” She closed her eyes, imagining the sneer on his face. “I want to talk with Emily. I need to know
back at Conrad. “What’s the proof?” “We have her, her car, and her child on video at a gas station in Kentucky at the approximate time of the murder. Along with a receipt with the time stamped on it. There’s no way she could have killed Julianna Vance. The time of death is while she was on the road in Kentucky.” Nat Daniel’s face flushed red. “Where’s the proof?” “Back at the station. The plan was supposed to be you interviewing Maria, and then we could go back to the station and give you the
help.” She was barely making a living for her and Layla from The Bouquet. The smile stayed on the girl’s face, but her shoulders slumped. She walked towards the door with a mumbled, “Thanks, anyway.” Maria touched her shoulder before she could slip out the door. The girl looked at her, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Are you OK?” She nodded, but a tear leaked out. She quickly wiped it away. “Just need a job. Don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure?” “I’m fine.” The girl walked out. Maria