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Silent Run

Silent Run

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Autoren: Barbara Freethy
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whoever else in the family might need his help. He hadn’t thought much about making a life with a woman -- until he’d met Sarah.
    â€œI hope so, Jake, but if not, we’ll always have this moment. Sometimes that’s all you have. I learned that a long time ago.” Sarah put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in for his kiss. Her mouth was warm, soft, inviting, and he couldn’t stop kissing her until the sun went down, and she shivered as the cold ocean breezes kicked up off the ocean.
    â€œWe’d better go,” she whispered. She put her finger to his mouth and wiped off her lipstick. “Was it worth it?"
    â€œAbsolutely,” he said.
    â€œJake?"
    He blinked, realizing Sarah’s voice no longer had the dreamy quality of the past. He glanced over at her. “What?"
    â€œWhere were you?” she asked, her eyes curious.
    â€œIn a dream,” he said. “But it’s over now. All over.”

Chapter Nine

    Dylan pulled up in front of a small clapboard cottage perched on the edge of the sea at Pismo Beach in San Luis Obispo. The house was white with blue shutters and a mix of colorful flowers in two long window boxes. As Dylan got out of his car, a blast of wind blew a chill through him. The sun was out, but the air was cold, and tall waves broke along the beach, the ocean still turbulent from the storm two days earlier.
    He had mixed feelings about the sea. Some of his best memories were of his family’s house on Orcas Island in the San Juan Island chain just off the coast of Washington state. But that house was also the last place he’d been with his mother. When they’d returned home his father had told him they were getting a divorce. The next day his mother was gone.
    It was strange that Jake had once again suffered from a woman’s quick and unexplained departure. Hadn’t once been enough?
    And Sarah hadn’t just left; she’d taken Caitlyn. That baby was his brother’s heart and soul. Dylan was going to get Caitlyn back for Jake if it was the last thing he did.
    Walking up to the front of the cottage, he rapped sharply on the heavy wood door. He heard some dogs bark in the yard; then a moment later the door opened just a few inches, a gold chain in place. A woman peered out at him, but she remained in the shadows, and he couldn’t get a good look at her.
    â€œWhat do you want?” she asked warily.
    â€œA little information. My friend was on the news last night. You called the police to say she looked familiar to you."
    â€œThe woman with amnesia?"
    â€œThat’s right. We’re trying desperately to figure out who she is."
    â€œThe deputy I spoke to didn’t think there was a connection,” the woman replied. “And my friend’s name is Jessica. He said this woman’s name is Sarah."
    â€œShe does go by the name Sarah, but it’s possible she used to go by another name. She doesn’t remember who she is. She was in a serious car accident. And her baby is missing. I’d really like to talk to you more about your friend, just in case there’s a chance they’re the same person. Can I come in?"
    â€œWho are you exactly? You’re not a cop."
    â€œNo, I’m a friend of Sarah’s. Actually, she’s involved with my brother, and the missing child is my niece. My name is Dylan Sanders."
    The woman hesitated, then released the chain and opened the door. Silhouetted by the sunlight, she appeared younger than he had assumed, late twenties, maybe early thirties. She wore light blue capri pants and a long-sleeved button-down man’s shirt that was white but streaked with yellow paint. Her hair was reddish blond and pulled back in a ponytail. Her face was thin, freckles dotting the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were a dark, deep sapphire blue that reminded him of the sea. He swallowed hard, suddenly realizing he was still staring at her. When he’d heard “crazy psychic lady,” he’d pictured some odd-looking woman with a half dozen cats and maybe a bird on her shoulder, not this surprisingly pretty young woman.
    â€œI’m Catherine Hilliard,” she said in a soft, lyrical voice.
    He cleared his throat. “It’s nice to meet you. Do you have a picture of your friend?” Maybe he could clear up the situation with one photograph.
    â€œOf course I do,” she said.
    â€œCould I see it?"
    She stepped back and waved him farther into

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