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Back Season of Fear
Chapters (67)
  1. Contents
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONETHE EXTREMES
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. PART TWOSOMETHING BAD
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
  29. 23
  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. PART THREECHAYLA
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. 39
  47. 40
  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. PART FOURHIT AND RUN
  52. 44
  53. 45
  54. 46
  55. 47
  56. 48
  57. 49
  58. 50
  59. 51
  60. 52
  61. 53
  62. 54
  63. 55
  64. 56
  65. 57
  66. EPILOGUE
  67. AUTHOR’S NOTE

She clicked to the next photograph, which was taken at the same Starbucks on the same day. Ritchie was inside now, at the counter. The angle was reversed. The off-kilter photo showed Justin from the front, and his companion’s back was to the camera. Peach stared at the back of a woman’s head. Stared at luscious, long dark hair.

Peach began to hear every breath in her chest. She felt dizzy. The throb of a headache split open her forehead. She didn’t want to see the next photograph, but she had no choice. She knew what she would see, because she recognized the woman now. She watched the picture fill the small screen, and there she was.

Annalie.

Annalie was at the table with Justin.

PART FOUR

HIT AND RUN

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The receptionist at the police department in St Pete Beach laughed at Cab over the phone. ‘I’m sorry, could you say that again, Detective? I really want to be sure I heard you correctly.’

‘You’ve got an ex-con named Frank Macy whose driver’s license record indicates that he has an apartment in St Pete Beach,’ he repeated. ‘I’d like you to roll a couple uniforms over there to see if he’s in his apartment now.’

‘You want us to bring some bagels or scones over there with us?’ the receptionist asked.

‘That’s funny,’ Cab said. ‘I appreciate your sense of humor. I know my timing isn’t exactly perfect—’

‘Perfect? Detective, maybe you haven’t looked outside your window recently, but we have a tropical storm on top of our heads right now. If you look west, you’ll probably see Dorothy and Toto blowing past you any minute. So as hard as you may find this to believe, we’re not just sitting around the station watching repeats of Burn Notice. We’re a little busy out here. And we don’t have time to send our officers on babysitting detail for some ex-con.’

‘I just want to know if he’s there,’ Cab insisted.

‘Then I suggest you drive out here yourself and knock on his door,’ she snapped. ‘Now I’ve got about a hundred other calls on hold, and some of them may actually be important. Happy Fourth of July, Detective.’

She hung up.

Cab didn’t blame her. Nothing would get attention today other than the storm.