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The girl’s head snapped toward the fat man running toward
her as if she thought he had called her out. She swooped down
and put her face next to the dead man’s and in the next instant
she was running away, gone into the dark, taking with her the
one thing Josie wanted: information. That girl knew what Ian
Francis knew.
Josie turned to run for the door. She didn’t make it seven
steps much less seven flights of stairs before her legs gave out
again. She fell hard across the end of the bed and slid onto the
floor.
“Damn!”
Hope was severed and faith was next on the chopping block.
Josie had no hope of finding Hannah without Ian Francis and
her faith in his promise wavered. But there was one thing left
and that was determination. Josie had plastic bags of white
stuff, a lock of hair, and the almost indecipherable notes
written in an insane hand on old paper. She had the memory of
his face as he searched hers, his touch, his kiss, and his
whispered endearment:
“My sweet girl.”
Still shaken, Josie turned toward the bed, dragged the cheap
suitcase down, and ripped off the tags. Her pockets were
getting full. She staggered to her feet just as the sirens sounded
in the distance. She stumbled down the stairs and by the time
she walked through the front door of the Robert Lee Hotel
Eugene Weller’s government issue car was there.
***
Eugene was close enough to see what was happening and far
enough away that no one would notice him.
An ambulance had arrived in record time. Paramedics
rushed out to assist the man on the sidewalk. When it was