"...the right amount of both woven and layered with crime, passion, desperate choices... fast paced and impossible to put down..." Catherine Whelan Costen (Author/Publisher/Internet Radio Show Host/producer)
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In the village of Hopwas, there is a barbed wire fence around the old reservoir – but it's not meant to keep something out, it's meant to keep some things in. Now, a wealthy man is being driven mad by a terrifying vision. A drowned corpse is found in a dry, empty field. Suddenly, a child is gone. And something even more horrific is waiting to be…
She was kidnapped not once but twice and now someone wants her dead because of it...
Her life was a lie!
Bailey knew her upbringing wasn’t normal but she’s worked hard to stabilize her life. At 29, she finally has a good business, a stable home; her life is miles from that of her childhood. Then suddenly her mother dies, leaving a gaping hole and a discovery that they may not even be related. If Guy, the private investigator is to be believed, her life is a lie. Using the skills she learned on the streets, Bailey travels back through a sketchy and dangerous past, to find answers. Dodging bullets, staying ahead of those who want her dead and convincing Guy she can do it alone, are making it difficult to discover not only the secrets of her mother’s past but that of a family claiming she is theirs.
Everyone seems to have a story... but who’s telling the truth? And who wants her dead? Is Guy part of the solution? Or part of the problem? To discover the facts, she’ll have to untangle a web of deceit, lies, and secrets, dating back over thirty years.
But will she do it in time....
Bailey stopped listening. Her life had gone to hell and she didn’t know how to make it stop. It seemed the nightmare of having to flee, to always be on the lookout, the horrors of her childhood, weren’t over yet. There always seemed to be a price to pay. She thought about that for a while.
Is there always going to be someone after me? Someone who wants to right some wrong just because I was born?
A movie she’d seen many years before popped into her head. She wasn’t totally sure of the name, Seventh Sign or something like that. But she remembered it was about a baby about to be born who was the Devil’s child. Lowering her head to her bent knees, she wondered if that child was her.