Chapter 23Anger filled every fibre of his body. His head pounded so hard, his eyes blurred. “Damn,” he snarled. For months her house had been like Grand Central Station. She was never alone. At first, he wondered who that other woman and kid were. Some sort of relation 'cause the kids look alike. Suddenly, they're all gone for days. Then she's home and all the world's visiting her. The obits in the newspaper finally cleared up the identity of the mystery woman. At least she's out of the way. Now that bastard writer's here. He doesn't deserve her. He'll soon learn that Georgia belongs to me. The kids, too, definitely not part of my plan.
And there's the cops. He watched the police car stop in front of the house and moved further into the bushes. She'd obviously involved the police. They al
