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She Can Hide

From the moment Officer Ethan Hale pulls Abby Foster from icy waters, he senses there’s more to her than meets the eye. Abby has no memory of the accident that submerged her car in the frozen river. Three years ago, Abby was kidnapped and abandoned in a well for a week. The botched police investigation nearly killed her. Abby had moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania for a fresh start, but when it becomes clear that this car crash wasn’t an accident, she knows the violence from her past has caught up with her.

But Abby’s former assailant was convicted and imprisoned, so who else wants her dead?

Ethan uncovers a fresh string of murders tied to Abby’s past. Someone is trying to kill her, and this time the stalker seems determined to finish the task. As the killer grows bolder, Abby begins to trust Ethan enough to share the truth, her heart, and her life. But to stop the murders, Ethan must make a decision that could jeopardize it all.


 A whoosh and soft impact jolted Abby’s body. She slid
forward. The seat belt caught her and snapped her back. Pain ripped through her
temple. What happened? Her vision blurred, and she rubbed her eyes to clear it.
The steering wheel and dashboard came into focus. She was sitting in the front
seat of her Subaru sedan. Ice pellets bounced off her windshield. When had it
started to sleet? Blinking hard, she stared through the glass. Water splashed
over the hood.

Oh my God. She swiveled her head to get her bearings. A thin
sheet of ice edged the opposite bank twenty feet ahead. Water bubbled over
rocks down the center of the flow. Behind the car, fifteen feet of water
stretched to an inclined embankment. Her car was door-deep in a river. The
Subaru bobbed for a couple of seconds. The front end tilted down, and water
swished over the floor mat. This had to be a nightmare. But her personal horror
didn’t usually involve water. Abby’s bad dreams were all dark all the time. But
a minute ago she’d been in the parking lot of the high school where she taught
math. How did she get here?

Water swirled around her feet and seeped through her running
shoes. Cold. No, beyond cold. Liquid ice. Shocking pain washed over her ankle
and jolted her from her dreamlike state. This was real. Terror swept through
her confusion and jerked her from numb disbelief into panic. Fear, bitter and
acidic, bubbled into her throat. Her lungs pumped like pistons, forcing air in
and out at dizzying speed. Tiny dots flashed in her vision. Out the window,
water rushed past the car, the surface level with the hood and rising. The
interior closed in on her, claustrophobia overwhelming her senses.

The water was going to rise. She was going to be trapped,
and then she was going to drown. She was going to die. A chunk of ice scraped
across the windshield. The noise jolted her. She had to get out of the car. She
fumbled for the seat belt release, the frigid temperature and horror destroying
her dexterity. Frantic fingers yanked at the nylon. Her thumb found and
depressed the button. The strap loosened and recoiled with a snap. Abby reached
for the door handle and pulled, but she couldn’t budge it. Water pressure held
the door closed. Until the pressure was equalized…

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