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Praise for

The Ravine
A book that is literally changing lives

“I love this book. Fiction it may be, but Truth always resonates. Read this amazing story with an open mind and you too will find the key to peace in your own heart through the healing power of what is revealed here to be the only true forgiveness.”

—Colin C. Tipping,
Author of Radical Forgiveness: Making Room for the Miracle,
Founder and director of the Institute for Radical Forgiveness
Therapy and Coaching, Inc.

“I couldn’t put this book down! If you liked The Shack, you’re going to love The Ravine! I was hooked from the first page. The message of love, faith, and forgiveness will stay with you for years to come. Robert Pascuzzi has written a classic!”

—David J. Pollay, author of international best-seller
The Law of the Garbage Truck

“The Ravine is the most gripping novel I’ve ever read … period! This book is captivating from beginning to end. You’ll go on a journey of intrigue, shock, forgiveness, healing and faith. Fasten your seat belt and prepare yourself for an exceptional ride through each and every page.”

—Peggy McColl, New York Times best-selling author

“This book is so inspiring! It grabs you from the very beginning and gets better and better as you go! It’s a huge blessing that will impact everyone in such a powerful way! Anyone who has been through difficult times in his or her life definitely needs to read The Ravine.”

—Kevin Seitzer, MLB hitting coach, Toronto Blue Jays

“Want to read an engaging novel based on a true story? The Ravine is your answer. This thought-provoking story was inspired by the author’s personal experience of a friend’s terrible tragedy, yet ends with a surprising and inspiring message. This quick read engages the heart as well as the mind and brings home a powerful message of human struggle and hope. An inspiring read!”

—Pastor Tom Tank

“As a man of faith and an avid reader, I believe this is truly an inspiring literary masterpiece. The Ravine struck me to my core. Not only is it one of the best novels I’ve ever had the honor of reading, it has transformed my view of seeing forgiveness from God’s point of view. I’ll never be the same …”

—Les Norman, syndicated talk show host and former MLB player

“Books based on true events are always the best. This one is a page-turner that has it all, including real-life reactions to the unbelievable. It is mystery and intrigue with an unexpected twist.”

—Jim Fay, co-author of best-selling books Parenting with Love and Logic

“The Ravine is a ‘message inside of a bottle.’ Hidden inside this cover is an inspiring message that will fill a heartfelt need in every family that reads it!”

—Joe White, president, Kanakuk Ministries

“The Ravine is food for thought. How do we understand the actions of others when their actions lead to unimaginable murder? How do we forgive when people we love are taken from us? The Ravine is a book that stays with you and will lead to important debates about reading the signs of those in trouble and forgiving the deeds that seem unforgivable.”

—Sara Troy, PLV Radio

“A gripping story filled with unexpected twists and turns. Joanna’s appearance toward the end of this violent tale brought the story to a highly emotional, dramatic climax. Her inspiring words brought tears to my eyes. A must-read, even if you are not a Christian.”

—Dr. Frank Bonkowski

“Forgiveness isn’t a choice but an obligation for the Christian. The Ravine puts ‘everyday’ forgiveness into perspective. It is the ultimate human challenge.”

—Michael Shirley, chairman and co-founder,
Catholic Business Network

“WOW! The Ravine is a riveting, suspenseful, expertly woven tale about how the power of love can transcend the depths of darkness … drew me in from the first page and would not let go.”

—Barbara Berger

“A tremendously important and impactful message. Delivered well and with compassion. Give yourself the time to read it, and challenge yourself to live by forgiving.”

—Bryan Didier, CDR, USN (Ret.)

“I could not put this book down. I read it from start to finish in one afternoon. The Ravine is an emotionally engaging story that explores unthinkable tragedy, profound grief and the beauty, healing and freedom that comes from forgiveness. As a therapist, I believe that forgiveness is crucial, even when it is incredibly difficult.”

—Melissa Carrico

“I was mesmerized by the story. The author’s style and pace of delivery of the story was captivating. I enjoyed it all the way to the end. I hope the author has a sequel planned.”

—Dr. Thomas Schugel

“It took only five pages for me to know this book was well worth my time. The Ravine captures your imagination and rings true to life experiences at the same time. Everyone will find a place where they can identify with this book.”

—Teresa Hamilton, president,
Giving the Basics–Providing Products for Dignity

“The Ravine is a book you remember long after reading it. The reader learns that God is always there to forgive.”

—Delores Fiorella

“God’s timing is always so perfect. The Ravine has had a major impact on me. It is working on me right now. Thank you for making this book a reality!”

—Dr. Jeremy Bowen

“In a prison environment, these experiences shared through your book and message of faith and hope continue to be an ongoing conversation in our respective roles, which promotes spiritual growth or rebirth as we interpret our own lives and how we will move forward.… It is quite thought-provoking.”

—Donna Y. Cayer, deputy warden,
Jefferson County Correctional Center

“This is a book that every criminal should read. It shows how powerful forgiveness can be, how holding on to resentments can destroy you, how crime affects everyone, that we can change if we want to, and what can happen if we don’t.”

—Quincy Brown, #178172, Jefferson County Correctional Center

The Ravine

The Ravine

A NOVEL OF EVIL, HOPE, AND THE AFTERLIFE

Inspired by a True Story

Robert Pascuzzi

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The Ravine
www.theravinebook.com

Hope Messenger
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This is a novel and entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or, if loosely inspired by any actual event, such event has been transformed entirely into fiction by the author and should not be read to portray any actual persons, living or dead, or locales or events.

Copyright © 2014 by Robert Pascuzzi

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or by any manner whatsoever, electronic, mechanical, recording, photocopying, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the publisher, except as provided by United States of America copyright law.

ISBN-10: 0615982999
ISBN-13: 9780615982991

Cover design by Elizabeth Mihaltse
Cover image (c) Roy Bishop/Archangel Images

To our friends

There are some who bring a light so great to the world that even after
they have gone, the light remains.
—Author Unknown

Lord, help us realize that everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Help us realize that every sorrow or setback we experience can be transformed into a blessing, if we but trust in you. Help us realize that if we trust you, all things—even tragedies—will work out for our good.

Amen.

Prologue

HER HEAD ACHED the ache that always came when she saw things too clearly, when it was impossible to push the images and sounds out of her mind. It was especially difficult at this time of day—4 a.m., just before dawn, when the darkness grudgingly ceded its power and the veil was most transparent. This was a particularly angry dawn.

The cries of the little boy swirled through her head, ferociously bringing her to her knees and then all fours. The sound she uttered began as a growl and grew into shouts of an otherworldly language, before finally reaching a pleading howl. “No, dear Lord. Don’t let this happen. Stop him now!” But she knew it was too late. She could see the dark figure lurking at the top of the stairs, manipulating, dictating, and preventing the slightest hope of reprieve. There was only one place to go, one thing to do, and now it was done.

By the time the sun rose, Joanna was seated in her chair by the window. Watching, just watching. The breeze brought some sense of relief. The most intense pain had passed, but she was drained and weeping. Not for herself, nor for those who were gone, but for the people for whom this awful day was just beginning.

How cruel a beautiful day is for the unfortunate few suddenly plucked from their mundane existence, she thought. The rest of the world goes about its business, the more fortunate unwittingly mocking their fellow travelers, unaware of how grateful they should be for their traffic jams, quarreling kids, the dress that’s too tight, the annoying talking heads on the morning news. Go ahead. Offer up your prayers for protection, and throw in a “thank you” to purchase a little extra insurance for your loved ones. Perhaps today will not be your day. But my day is every day.

God had given Joanna a special gift, or burden. She’d lived with it for as long as she could remember. She knew things and saw things that did not make sense to those who lived in what she called “the natural.” But now it was time to get to work. She usually felt an odd peace right at the beginning, but there was something about this time that just didn’t seem right. She waited. Then the reflection in the window came into focus. She nodded and said, “Okay, now I’m ready.”

CHAPTER 1

Out of the Blue

Life changes in an instant.
The ordinary instant.
—Joan Didion

PARADISE ON EARTH has a name: Sorrento, Italy. That’s what Tony Turner said to himself as he breathed in the warm, salty air and gazed at the deep-blue water lapping into the Bay of Naples. He’d been humming that catchy melody to the famous Dean Martin song since he woke up that morning, and it wasn’t about to stop playing in his head.

Though he’d slept through what was reputed to be a spectacular sunrise, he was planning to catch that evening’s sunset—that is, if he wasn’t napping after a day that would include a visit to Pompeii and perhaps a side trip to Mount Vesuvius. Then he and Emily had reservations for a late dinner at Don Pedro, arguably the best restaurant in all of Sorrento. For now, he was content to sit on the veranda, sip his first cup of coffee, kick back, and try his best to forget about business for a week.

It wasn’t an easy sell, but he’d convinced Emily to leave the kids with her parents, get away, and take some time alone, together, for the first time in a long time. They had even made a pact: Emily would try not to worry about the kids if Tony wouldn’t talk about work—and so far they had pretty much stuck to it. The deal was cinched when Tony had agreed to unplug from all the devices to which he was addicted once he stepped on the plane at Hopkins.

So when the house phone rang, shattering her calm, Emily lunged for it, certain something had happened with one of the kids. Just then, Tony leaned back to soak in the sun, and so was oblivious to the “I told you so” stare she aimed at him, irritating Emily even more. She’d deal with him after she sorted out whatever was going on back home in Ohio.

“Hello, who’s this? Is that you, Mom?” Emily asked.

“Hel-lo, Emily? It’s not your mom. It’s Nick. I need to talk to Tony, about business. Is he there?”

“Yes, he is Nick, but we’re really trying to get away from things. Can’t this wait till we get back?” She tried to sound annoyed for Tony’s benefit, but she was relieved it was just some work issue.

“I’m really sorry, Emily, but it can’t wait! Can you put him on, please?”

“Okay, Nick, calm down,” Emily said. “Tony, it’s Nick. He says he has to talk to you right away. You better talk to him before he has a stroke or something,” she said, handing him the phone.

“Tony, it’s Nick. Hey, man, I’m really glad I got you. I tried to call your cell. Didn’t you get my message?”

Tony hated when people asked him if he’d gotten their voice mail, when they were speaking on the phone and it obviously didn’t matter any longer. Tony’s first inclination was to unload on Nick, but the beautiful vista had started to work its magic, so he hesitated.

Tony had busted his butt over the years and now had a small chain of fifteen sports-supply stores, called Steve’s Sporting Goods, throughout northern Ohio. It didn’t take a genius to be successful at it, but it took some guts, lots of hard work, and the ability to make common sense decisions all day long. Nick was a childhood friend who had been his right-hand man for years now. True, Nick didn’t practice quantum physics in his spare time, but he was honest and could be counted on to show up, work late, and usually make the right call. By now, Tony expected him to be able to deal with personnel issues, late shipments, markdowns, and any of the usual problems they encountered.

“I turned the stupid thing off last night so I might actually enjoy my vacation. This better be important, buddy. You know I promised Emily I’d forget about work for a week.”

“It is, it is, man, I swear, Tony. There’s somethin’ really weird going on with the Little Brother, really weird. Ya gotta listen to me; it could be really serious. Danny’s done something freaky and we can’t find him.”

Tony wasn’t surprised that the issue had something to do with Danny. Unfortunately, Danny was always finding one way or another to screw up his life, from bad financial decisions to marital problems to a less-than-exemplary work ethic. The truth was that Tony had pulled Danny’s chestnuts out of the fire more times than he could remember. However, since Danny had married Rachel—really, since his two boys had come along, around ten years ago—for the most part, he’d seemed to get his act together. Tony now even trusted him to run five of his stores, under Nick’s supervision.

Tony’s irritation turned to concern. “Okay, could you just tell me what you’re talking about already?”

“You know that Logan kid who works for Danny at the Copley Street store?”

“You mean that sleazeball creep he was supposed to fire?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s the guy. He’s here with me now and he’s really freaked out. He says he just came from Danny’s … says he was there all night, and—”

Tony raised his voice, starting to lose it. “Why would Logan have been at Danny’s all night? I told Danny to fire that jerk because he said he caught him red-handed. Why would he let that loser stay at his house after he fired him? That makes no sense.”

“I don’t get it either, but he says he was there all night, and Danny did some really weird stuff. The dude is freaked, man, really. You better talk to him.”

“Okay, then, put him on.”

“Hey, Tony, sorry to bother you,” Logan said, “but I’m kinda freaked out and not sure what to do.”

Tony pictured the skinny creep, with his hat on sideways, probably high on something, stogie in his mouth, trying to get over on him with some BS story.

“What’s this all about, Logan? Just be straight with me.”

“Umm, well, I met up with Danny last night at the Copley store. And, well, he told me, ya, know, to follow him to his house and wait in the garage until he needed my help. So, ya know, I did that, but then I fell asleep, and I don’t know what Danny did, but he woke me up this morning and told me I had to leave right away. So I did, but he was acting real strange—spooky, ya know?”

“No, I don’t know! Asked for your help with what?”

“I don’t really know, man, but I don’t wanna put ya on. I can’t really say. It’s so crazy, you wouldn’t believe me anyway. I just stayed in the garage all night; I didn’t do anything, but I just thought you should know, because he was acting real strange.”

“I still don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and none of this makes any sense. Did you pay him back the money you stole? Where’s Danny now?”

“I don’t know, but I think you oughta call him. I’m gonna pay you back in a—”

“You’re damned right I’ll call him,” Tony said and slammed down the phone.

“Just when I think I’m gonna get a few days off, Danny has to do something stupid,” he shouted to Emily.

“What’s going on, Tony?”

“I don’t know! Maybe nothing, maybe something. These jerks just call me out of the blue and dump this on me. I have to call Danny.”

He turned on his phone and discovered a flood of activity since he’d turned it off the night before: two new voice mails and a bunch of new e-mails. He skipped the voice mail from Nick and went directly to the one his brother had left the night before, at ten o’clock, Ohio time. Tony tapped the screen and heard Danny’s voice through the speakerphone.

“Tony, it’s Danny. I just fired Logan here at the Copley store. He admitted he took the money and said he was sorry, but said he couldn’t pay us back. He begged me not to fire him, but I told him I didn’t have no choice—first he sorta started cryin’, then he got really pissed off, and said he was gonna kill me. I’m driving home now, and I think he might be following me. He sorta went nuts, and said he was gonna come to my house and stuff … I think the guy could be dangerous, so I thought you should know. I don’t know what to do; so, if you get a chance, call me back.”

Now Tony was even more annoyed. Either Danny or Logan was lying because the two stories just didn’t add up. So much for my peaceful morning, he thought. But now he was roped in; he had to get to the bottom of things.

He checked his e-mail and, sure enough, there was one from Danny. It had come in at 4:48 a.m., Danny’s time, a little over two hours ago. And that was when Tony realized that something was very, very wrong.

As Tony read Danny’s e-mail, panic washed over him: “Life insurance—MAC Mutual/AGG. Take care of Evan and Christopher.”

Life insurance? Take care of the boys? “What the hell?” he shouted.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. Look at this,” he said, handing the phone to Emily. Now they both started to panic.

“Oh, my God, what does it mean? You better get him on the phone.”

“That’s what I’m doing,” he said, pacing the floor, while Danny’s phone kept ringing with no answer. At last, he got his voice mail.

“Danny, what the hell is going on? What’s this about life insurance? Call me back, right away, you understand? Right away!”

“Tony, that sounds serious. What could he mean by that?”

“I don’t know, but it’s certainly not good. He’s not answering his cell. You call Rachel’s cell and I’ll try their house.

They had no luck with either place. The message at his brother’s house played sharply in Tony’s ear: “You’ve reached Rachel … Danny … Evan … and Christopher.” The tone and pitch of voice changed as each Turner family member called out his or her name. “Please leave us a message,” they ended in unison.

“Guys, it’s Tony and Emily. Pick up, right now, if you’re there. We need to talk to you right away.” He waited. No answer. “Okay, when you get back, give me a call right away, on my cell, so I know everything’s okay,” he said, trying to reassure himself. Five thousand miles away, back in Ohio, his voice echoed through the silent house.

Tony always fixed problems and he would figure out how to fix this one. It was probably just a mix-up of some sort, but he couldn’t disguise the quaver in his voice when he got Tom Schroeder on the phone. Tom was one of his best managers, and lived a few miles from Danny and Rachel. True to form, Schroeder picked up on the first ring.

“Tom, this is Tony. Thank God. I’m really glad I reached you. I need a really big favor. I’m on vacation, and it’s probably nothing, but I think that Logan creep might have done something to Danny. He called and left some strange messages, about life insurance and stuff—”

“Tony, what are you talking about? I just saw Danny yesterday.”

“Yeah, but something’s wrong. Nobody’s answering; can you drive over there right away? I’m really worried about him.”

“You got it, bud. I’m in my car now, on my way to work out, so I’ll just swing by. I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Chill out, and go back to enjoying Italy. I’m sure everything’s okay. I’ll check it out. Ciao, boss! Stop worrying!”

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