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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the novels of Mia Sheridan
  3. About the Author
  4. NOTE TO READERS
  5. Dedication
  6. prologue
  7. chapter one
  8. chapter two
  9. chapter three
  10. chapter four
  11. chapter five
  12. chapter six
  13. chapter seven
  14. chapter eight
  15. chapter nine
  16. chapter ten
  17. chapter eleven
  18. chapter twelve
  19. chapter thirteen
  20. chapter fourteen
  21. chapter fifteen
  22. chapter sixteen
  23. chapter seventeen
  24. chapter eighteen
  25. chapter nineteen
  26. chapter twenty
  27. chapter twenty-one
  28. chapter twenty-two
  29. chapter twenty-three
  30. chapter twenty-four
  31. chapter twenty-five
  32. chapter twenty-six
  33. chapter twenty-seven
  34. chapter twenty-eight
  35. chapter twenty-nine
  36. chapter thirty
  37. chapter thirty-one
  38. chapter thirty-two
  39. chapter thirty-three
  40. chapter thirty-four
  41. chapter thirty-five
  42. chapter thirty-six
  43. chapter thirty-seven
  44. chapter thirty-eight
  45. chapter thirty-nine
  46. chapter forty
  47. chapter forty-one
  48. chapter forty-two
  49. chapter forty-three
  50. chapter forty-four
  51. chapter forty-five
  52. chapter forty-six
  53. chapter forty-seven
  54. chapter forty-eight
  55. epilogue
  56. acknowledgments

“I doubt it,” he answered. “But I don’t have an update on what it’s like at the hospital today.”

“Several of the older folks are on medications that are keeping them alive,” a young woman interjected.

“And there are a number of diabetics in town too,” a man said. “A few of them are kids.”

“I know, Harold. We’re going to discuss all that tonight and pool what we can until official word comes in, okay?”

Harold gave a frustrated sigh and turned away and the rest of the small crowd began following as they talked amongst themselves.

“Sorry I can’t be of more help,” the sheriff said, turning his attention back to us. “Unless you need something on these shelves. I can’t run the cash register, but folks have been leaving money in an envelope behind the counter and I’ve been collecting it for the Redmonds, who own the place. They left yesterday to get to their pregnant daughter who’s in another part of the state.”

I looked around. About the only things left in this store were makeup and magazines. I respected that these people were operating on the honor system so far. It was nice to see after what we’d witnessed just before stepping into this town. “Do you know if there’s a sporting goods store anywhere in the area?”

The sheriff had begun walking toward the front and we turned and followed him. “Yeah, there’s one off the next exit. But one of our residents rode his bicycle up that way yesterday once enough snow melted to see about buying some ammo, and he came back to say it’s completely empty. Not even a pair of sunglasses. Apparently, folks got a little out of hand in a few places.”

I hoped that turned out to be true. That their behavior was unwarranted and needlessly out of hand and they’d look back and regret panicking.

But it’d been four days. Four days with no official word was not good.

We followed the sheriff from the store, stepping out into the chilly but sunny day. The streets were still deserted, even the few people who’d been at the pharmacy were now out of sight. “Why is everyone hiding?” Charlie asked.

“They’re not hiding. Just laying low or gathered together at the church or community center. And quite a few, who could, left to be with family in other areas,” the sheriff said. “We’re not sure what to expect. There’s been some buzz on the ham radio about what might have happened, but no official confirmation of any kind. All just guesses at this point. Whatever happened, electrical systems all went haywire.”

“Any news from surrounding towns? You mentioned one a few exits from here,” I said.