CHAPTER THIRTY-NINEJamila stared at the door with the receiver pressed to her ear.
“Honey, are you there?” The woman said again.
The rattling grew louder. Then it stopped. She heard voices.
“I gotta go.” Jamila whispered and hung up. She scrambled off the bed and to the window, thanking God that her family lived in a one-story rambler. The door shuddered as if a heavy weight thrust against it.
Jamila threw the window open and squirmed halfway out before the door flew open and banged against the wall. She fell the rest of the way out and crawled among the bushes to hide.
Lying prone, she raised her head just high enough to check the window. A white-hooded head stuck out from where she’d made her hurried exit. The black eyeholes revealed nothing in the way of identification. The hood co
