Chapter 12
A chill targets my spine, and my eyelids feel as if they're stuck open. I wrap my sweater tightly around myself, and fold my arms across my chest.
Blink, Sally.
Through the French doors and across the way to my husband's study, an officer rummages through Leland's desk and filing cabinet. How many are upstairs going through, well, who knows what? How many are in the kitchen and the garage?
Bad images cloud my judgment. Why is Corporal Killian disrupting my life? I trusted him. I thought he liked me.
Blink, Sally.
Does he sense my fear?
I focus on comforting visions. Images of blackberry bushes rise in front of me. My gloved hands sweep the stems aside. I concentrate on relaxing by slowing my breathing. Out of my peripheral vision, on the fringe of the room, I see someone
