Authors: Hannah Alexander
S
able grinned at Murph in the rearview mirror as she cautiously maneuvered Craig's Jeep onto the highway and turned toward Cassville. Murph was huddled in the back of the vehicle with Perry, who was trussed like a Christmas turkey. Audry sat in the backseat, with Craig's head on her lap. Bryce sat beside Sable in the passenger seat.
“Now, what's Otis Boswell up to this time?” Audry asked.
On the drive to Cassville, Sable filled Audry in on the details.
When they reached town, Sable took Craig, Audry and Bryce to the hospital, then drove three blocks to the police station to deliver Perry Chadwick. Sable and Murph told the police their story and promised to stay around for more questioning. The police would have to contact the Missouri Special Crimes Unit to investigate the deaths.
The FBI was already on the way to pick up Otis Boswell in Oklahoma. It looked as if Perry would be more than willing to testify against his boss to try to save himself, and the evidence Grandpa had left in the safe would be enough to incarcerate Boswell for many long years.
Sable and Murph stepped outside into the quiet, frozen night for a break.
Murph drew Sable close, and she nestled against him. The warmth of his arm chased away the cold and generated its own kind of comfort. She felt at home there, close by his side, protected and warm.
A car whispered by on the road, its headlights turning the limbs of nearby trees into prism reflections. A limb crashed somewhere in the shadows.
Sable shivered. “This is such a fragile world,” she said. “Everything is breakableâthe trees, the road, the people. Especially the people. I feel as if it could all break into a thousand fragments at the slightest movement.”
“It won't.” Murph's voice was strong and substantial beside her, resonating in her heart. “God's creation is more resilient than that. People change, God doesn't.”
“It's going to take a while to learn to depend on that.”
“It'll take your whole life,” Murph said. “God works through time to make it just right.”
“I wish I had your spiritual confidence,” she whispered.
“You're kidding, right? I'm the one who keeps trying to rely on my own strength. You said it yourself. My macho side keeps trying to take over.”
She took a deep breath, watching the reflection of lights that outlined the tree limbs. “I guess we'll both learn, given more time. Meanwhile, I could sure use some encouragement.”
“In what way?”
“Oh, a strong friend nearby, who can remind me of God's faithfulness, and who can pray with meâ¦you knowâ¦pull me out of the deep places, and help me dodge bulletsâ¦stuff like that.” She fell silent. Was she being too presumptuous?
“How about that private practice you wanted to build?” Murph asked. “Are you still interested?”
“Of course. It's been a dream of mine for years.”
“Have you considered sharing the load?”
She looked up into his eyes, and understood what he meant, and was overjoyed.
He reached for her hand and brought it up to his lips. Her skin tingled at his touch. “I think if the two of us have a practice together, we won't starve.”
“That would mean you plan to get your medical license.”
He nodded. “It's time.”
“A small-town practice is not a pathway to riches.”
“My biggest concern is staying near you.” His arm tightened around her. “I'm not going anywhere,” he said, and then he kissed her.
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In researching for this book, I experienced some of the excitement of spelunking. Imagine my dismay the day a makeshift ladder broke with me at the bottom of a cave ledge, without a flashlight. My ten-year-old hero, Jason, devised a way to pull me out, utilizing all the rescue equipment in his oversized pack.
It's amazing to experience the total darkness of a cave. Fourteen-year-old Randy convinced me to turn off our flashlights on one expedition, and I will never forget the overpowering darkness.
Have you ever found yourself in a place of such darknessâperhaps not physically, but emotionally?
There is a Hero waiting to utilize everything within His power to light your world. Like my Jason, this Hero is eager to rescue you. Unlike Jason, this Hero has more than a ten-year-old's overstuffed pack. This Hero has all the power of the universe at His command. Try it. Call out through the darkness and see if He doesn't see you through it, in His time, in His power, in His own special way.
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ISBN: 978-1-4268-1567-6
HIDDEN MOTIVE
Copyright © 2008 by Hannah Alexander
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