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March 30, 2019
Taos, New Mexico
Beecher tried calling Myriam back but she wouldn’t pick up. After the fourth try he didn’t bother to leave a message. He cursed and tossed the phone onto the table. It lay there staring at him like an accusing finger. His anger cooled and with it came remorse. She’s right to be angry. I haven’t been much of a doting lover lately. Maybe I should have told her at least about the mysterious meeting tonight. He shook his head and banged his fists together. No! You’re not thinking clearly. The less she knows the less danger she’s in. You have to keep her safe from all of this.
Beecher was sure that he had lost favor with the Reverend and that the charismatic preacher no longer trusted him. His instructions had mentioned no names, only to meet a contact her
