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Authors: Paige Cameron
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people.” She smiled at the group.
But Gina had glanced at her hands. They gripped her knitting tight. Perhaps Mrs. Trevor was uncomfortable being brought to the attention of the whole group at once. But something else bothered Gina. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to doing a repetition of her first stitch.
Soon their instructor was back and showing Gina the rest of the stitches she needed for a simple baby blanket. This was relaxing. Gina was surprised she had enjoyed the task so far.
When they got up to leave, Mrs. Trevor stopped Gina. “Since we’re both new to town I’d love to have you over for tea. We can settle into the small-town society together.”
“I’m only here for a short time. I won’t be settling, but I’d love to have a cup of tea with you. Just call Mrs. Brodie. She’ll get the message to me.”
At the cabin, Mrs. Brodie got out and unlocked the door. “Will you be all right alone? You can stay with me until Graham gets back.”
“Thanks for driving me, Mrs. Brodie. I’ll lock the doors. I want to start our dinner.”
“Call if you need me, and please start calling me Jane or Mom Jane. Mrs. Brodie is so formal.”
“I’ll try.” Gina waved. Mrs. Brodie waited until she was inside before driving off.
Finally, some alone time. She hummed as she took out the roast.
* * * *
Mrs. Trevor let herself into her house. The house she’d bought as a cover. The first thing she did was remove the horrid white wig and pull off the thin layer of plastic formed to make her face look seventy instead of thirty.
In her bedroom, she changed to jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. There, she felt more herself. She hated this job. From her closet, she took a small phone and punched in the number five. The phone called her supervisor.
“Well, is she there?”
“‘Hello, Giselle,’ might be a nice greeting,” Giselle said. “But yes, I met her at the local knitting group. I was so bored I thought I’d scream. This place is a caricature of the small, homey town you see on television. Can I leave now?”
“You know you can’t. You are our best bet at kidnapping her, if needed. Once we confront our prisoner with the knowledge that we know where her sister is and can grab her at any minute, we should be able to get some information from her. The woman’s taken a beating to keep her sister safe.”
“I want to know the minute I can leave this godforsaken place.”
“Right, I get your point. Now behave and listen. I want you to get a picture of her and fax it to me. I’ll use it to convince our prisoner we know her sister’s location, and we’ll kidnap her if necessary. I won’t call again. Things are heating up. After you get the picture, or at least by the end of the week, you can leave. Go somewhere and hide. I’ll contact you within the month. If I don’t, you’re on your own.” The phone went dead.
Giselle wanted to throw it across the room and break it, but she didn’t. She’d be on her own? She should have known if things went wrong there’d be no support. At least she’d be out of this god-forsaken town soon.
* * * *
Graham hooked another trout. This outing had been good for him. Rand walked out of the water. “That’s it for me. Marian’s going to have dinner ready in thirty minutes. I have to clean these fish and get a shower. You’ve got four trout yourself.”
“Yeah, where your stream widens here is a great spot. I guess I’d better go home, too. Gina may have painted the whole house since she got home from knitting.”
Rand hooted. “I love it. I can’t wait to meet her. A woman who actually stands up to my brother.”
“I know, and she’s a tiny thing. I can lift her easily. But she’s like that little terrier dog Mom had years ago. She’d go after anyone she thought might hurt Mom. She’d bark and snarl.” Graham grinned. “Maybe the smaller ones have more spirit to make up for the lack of size.”
“Dirk says you’ve met
But Gina had glanced at her hands. They gripped her knitting tight. Perhaps Mrs. Trevor was uncomfortable being brought to the attention of the whole group at once. But something else bothered Gina. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to doing a repetition of her first stitch.
Soon their instructor was back and showing Gina the rest of the stitches she needed for a simple baby blanket. This was relaxing. Gina was surprised she had enjoyed the task so far.
When they got up to leave, Mrs. Trevor stopped Gina. “Since we’re both new to town I’d love to have you over for tea. We can settle into the small-town society together.”
“I’m only here for a short time. I won’t be settling, but I’d love to have a cup of tea with you. Just call Mrs. Brodie. She’ll get the message to me.”
At the cabin, Mrs. Brodie got out and unlocked the door. “Will you be all right alone? You can stay with me until Graham gets back.”
“Thanks for driving me, Mrs. Brodie. I’ll lock the doors. I want to start our dinner.”
“Call if you need me, and please start calling me Jane or Mom Jane. Mrs. Brodie is so formal.”
“I’ll try.” Gina waved. Mrs. Brodie waited until she was inside before driving off.
Finally, some alone time. She hummed as she took out the roast.
* * * *
Mrs. Trevor let herself into her house. The house she’d bought as a cover. The first thing she did was remove the horrid white wig and pull off the thin layer of plastic formed to make her face look seventy instead of thirty.
In her bedroom, she changed to jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. There, she felt more herself. She hated this job. From her closet, she took a small phone and punched in the number five. The phone called her supervisor.
“Well, is she there?”
“‘Hello, Giselle,’ might be a nice greeting,” Giselle said. “But yes, I met her at the local knitting group. I was so bored I thought I’d scream. This place is a caricature of the small, homey town you see on television. Can I leave now?”
“You know you can’t. You are our best bet at kidnapping her, if needed. Once we confront our prisoner with the knowledge that we know where her sister is and can grab her at any minute, we should be able to get some information from her. The woman’s taken a beating to keep her sister safe.”
“I want to know the minute I can leave this godforsaken place.”
“Right, I get your point. Now behave and listen. I want you to get a picture of her and fax it to me. I’ll use it to convince our prisoner we know her sister’s location, and we’ll kidnap her if necessary. I won’t call again. Things are heating up. After you get the picture, or at least by the end of the week, you can leave. Go somewhere and hide. I’ll contact you within the month. If I don’t, you’re on your own.” The phone went dead.
Giselle wanted to throw it across the room and break it, but she didn’t. She’d be on her own? She should have known if things went wrong there’d be no support. At least she’d be out of this god-forsaken town soon.
* * * *
Graham hooked another trout. This outing had been good for him. Rand walked out of the water. “That’s it for me. Marian’s going to have dinner ready in thirty minutes. I have to clean these fish and get a shower. You’ve got four trout yourself.”
“Yeah, where your stream widens here is a great spot. I guess I’d better go home, too. Gina may have painted the whole house since she got home from knitting.”
Rand hooted. “I love it. I can’t wait to meet her. A woman who actually stands up to my brother.”
“I know, and she’s a tiny thing. I can lift her easily. But she’s like that little terrier dog Mom had years ago. She’d go after anyone she thought might hurt Mom. She’d bark and snarl.” Graham grinned. “Maybe the smaller ones have more spirit to make up for the lack of size.”
“Dirk says you’ve met
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