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wants me dead, too. If I go back to Wisconsin, they’ll hunt me down there, too.”
    “You’re completely crazy - paranoid!” he said.
    “Just the opposite. I’m on the trail of something big. But I’m not safe anywhere until I find them. And, if I came to Wisconsin, you and Ann won’t be safe either.”
    “You’re worse than I thought,” Frank finally uttered.
    Then he suddenly made a beeline for the bathroom down the hall.
    Cindy watched him run down the hall as the nurse came out of Ann’s room and tapped her on the shoulder.
    “Come back in, this minute” she said, “your sister’s breathing is labored. She needs you there.”
    *
    Cindy sat at Ann’s side while she struggled for air. The sound of Ann’s breathing reminded Cindy of the strange birds she’d heard on Barbados, cawing through the trees in the dark of night. For a few moments, she wondered if complications were arising that could not be handled. Would Ann die?
    Frank was nowhere to be found. After throwing up, he needed a break, and went downstairs to pace back and forth on the city streets. By the time he returned, things quieted down, and Cindy could leave the hospital. It was the middle of the night.
    As Cindy walked through the deserted hospital parking lot, on her way to Clint’s small car, she suddenly heard footsteps.
    She turned and searched the dimly lit lot, and felt a rush of fear race through her. Were they following her?
    The footsteps grew louder, and Cindy hid behind a cement column. She watched and waited.
    Finally, he came into a view. It was just a doctor, heading to his car.
    Cindy breathed a huge sigh of relief. She chastised herself. Was she really losing it?
    When Cindy got home, she could not get to sleep.
    She rolled over in bed and took the Bible Tom Mallord had given her. She opened it randomly and began to read:
    For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and what is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open.
    Cindy sat up straight. That was beautiful. It was a sign. It was encouraging her to go forward, telling her the truth would be revealed .
    If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear.
    Cindy shivered . She had ears to hear. Her ears, her mind, her heart had all been ripped open. She was listening with every pore of her body. Waiting to hear the next steps to take.
     

 
     
    Chapter 10
     
     
    Cindy couldn’t go to Philadelphia and speak to Heather directly until she knew Ann was stable. And it was going to be a long haul. Complications were setting in, Ann was having congestion in her lungs and being closely monitored. Frank was at her side constantly, but Cindy was afraid to leave town, even for a few hours.
    “Go do what you have to,” Frank told her. “You’re not helping your sister by staying here looking like death warmed over. Do what you have to feel better. I’ve got things under control.”
    Cindy knew he felt better without her there, but there was truth in what he said as well. What good was it to Ann or anyone, if more trouble was about to happen and there was no one trying to stop it?
    Before she started the day, Cindy decided it was time to take a good, long run to clear her head . She’d been cooped up inside for far too long. She dressed quickly in shorts and a T shirt and decided to take Clint’s small car and drive down to Arbor Lane to jog.
    It was the first time Cindy was out of the house in three weeks. As she drove through town to Arbor Lane, she looked at the winding, cobblestone, tree lined streets. Cove Bay was a quaint suburb. Both the town and people in it were well-groomed, charming and reassuring. There was a large clock in the center of town and benches under it . Small, charming, upscale shops and outdoor cafes lined the streets . People were walking up and down, doing errands, talking, as if everything were normal, as if another murder had not almost been committed, right in their midst.
    Cindy drove past a Ben and Jerry’s and a large music store. At