Okay, so I have written up a summary of the first book of the series. Are you excited? Well, you better be because the publishing company certainly is. Wow! I have them eating out of my hand now...it feel so great.
While growing up in Rosedale, I never really thought about who had created the town with back breaking strength and without the technology and machinery of our time. I decided one day to research the history of my town and soon was thrown right into a time period so different from the one we are in today. Later, as I drow through the town, it seemed as if all the buildings, cars and people disappeared and I saw the town as it was in 1911; dusty, whitewashed and the townsfolk dressed in simple clothing. That was when I knew that this story had to be told.
Summary:
Dr. Caleb Brooks lived near Creyden, England and worked part time at the Bethlem Psychiatry Hospital to gain hours while studying at Oxford. There he meets a young patient who was put in the hospital by her brother just to keep her from interupting his criminal actions. Caleb takes her on as his ward and it isn't long before they develop feelings for one another and are betrothed. However, on the day of their banquet, her brother comes and takes her away. He searches for her everywhere but itwas to no avail. In a depressed state, he receives a letter from his uncle in BC who needs help in his medical practice on the journey to Rosedale, he adopts a stowaway child and things seemed to appear better to him.
However, when he arrives he is suddenly thrown into the midst of a raging Smallpox virus that is spreading far and wide over the valley. While battling this disease with nurse Annabelle Huntington at his side, he is able to control it and transport the patients to a secure location in Chilliwack. While working together, Belle and Caleb start to fall in love and he proposes to her, but she tells him that she needs to be courted before she can even think about marrying him. A few weeks later, a woman suddenly arrives by train; it is Camille Badeau, Caleb's betrothed. She had escaped the clutches of her brother and travelled acrosst he ocean to be with him. Caleb now has a choice to make, should he stay with Camille or break his promise and continue courting Belle? Though times are rough and danger is continually surrounding them, will they be able to pull together and find their true paths?
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Update
Hey everyone!
I just got accepted into a publishing company in Frankfurt, Germany. Things are going so great! I find myself having to pinch myself every so often to see if its true or not.
PLEASE BECOME A FOLLOWER OF MY BLOG!! I would like to know who you are and what you think about my blog so I know how to improve and what you're interested in.
Thanks,
Wilma
I just got accepted into a publishing company in Frankfurt, Germany. Things are going so great! I find myself having to pinch myself every so often to see if its true or not.
PLEASE BECOME A FOLLOWER OF MY BLOG!! I would like to know who you are and what you think about my blog so I know how to improve and what you're interested in.
Thanks,
Wilma
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Chapter One continued
Chapter One continued
Detective James Cameron jostled the stacks of files under his armpit and picked up his coffee mug and briefcase. The meeting about the West Gang murders would be starting in five minutes and he had to give a profile of the perpetrators. James had been on this case for nearly five years now and finally they had a break through.
Two nights ago, when the young man was shot in the alley a little past midnight there had been a witness. This witness had recalled a very good description of the murderer. A sketch artist had sat with her at the hospital for over two hours to get a very strong likeness and now they were about to release it to the media.
He was not too happy about the media network these days, especially when they had used the witnesses name when urged not to. But they were the best means at getting the picture out and right now he needed them. So, he would not get into any argument with the reporters until this was gone and done with.
The conference room was packed full of agents, detectives and police officers ready to listen to what he had to say. As soon as he made it to the front of the room eh handed out the files he held in his arms and clicked the overhead screen on for use throughout his presentation.
As soon as everyone quieted down, he began to speak, “Over the last five years, a series of murders, ranging between thirty and fifty, have occurred in Vancouver alone. At first we thought them to be singular murder crimes, but we have now tied these together.”
James flipped through some pictures of the deceased on the screen, “As you can see, each victim was shot three times, two to the heart and one to the head. That was our means of connecting these murders along with the areas and times of each murder.”
Chief Cohaz, a good friend and father figure to James, stepped forward then. His tall, lean form commandeered attention from those around him, but his carefree attitude put them at ease. At forty-three, he would seem too young to be chief but his actions, hard work and sacrifice daily made him more than up for it.
“Two days ago, James and his partner Pierce went on a call about a murder taking place in an alley near China town. There, they found a witness who later described the perpetrator as a tall man with striking red hair and a tattoo of a snake on his neck. She gave a good description to the sketch artist.” Captain Cohaz turned to James and smiled, slapping him on the back, ‘We were lucky to get a break on this, so do your best to locate this guy.”
After all the questions were answered, James quietly disappeared back to his office. His head was pounding and he needed his morning coffee urgently. He had been sitting merely ten minutes behind his desk when his secretary announced he had visitors. Frowning in annoyance, he gestured for her to let them in and relaxed back in his chair. He was surprised to see Phoebe Banks and a pretty black woman enter his office.
“Miss Banks, what brings you here today?” he stood and walked around the desk to shake her hand, “Is everything alright?”
She blushed prettily and turned to look at her friend who nudged her and gave her a glare, then spoke up, “I wasn’t exactly truthful to you before and I came to set things straight.”
His eyes narrowed and he led her to a chair indicating for her friend to follow. Once he was settled back behind his desk, he crossed his hands before him on the large oak top, “Now then, what is you abstained from telling me?”
“He saw me; direct in the face just after he shot Keagen. Luckily, someone honked their horn at him and he disappeared. I presume it was a fellow gang member.”
Anger flashed through him as he thought about the danger she put herself in by not telling him the truth, “Do you realize how much danger you are in right now? You’re all over the media and he probably knows where you live; did you come in with the two officers I sent over?”
“I was at Cassie’s when I decided to come and talk to you. Did you send them to my apartment?”
He nodded, “Yes, but they haven’t reported in yet, which is very odd. I’ll have to give them a call.”
When there was no answer at the other end, he immediately called a squad car to check out the vicinity of Phoebe’s apartment complex. Then, he took out the paperwork for her fill out regarding protective custody.
“What about my family back in Rosedale? Will they be okay?” Phoebe asked as she filled in the necessary information.
James smiled reassuringly, “I’ll call a friend at the Chilliwack Police Station and get a squad car put out front of their home twenty-four seven. They will be fine, right now you need to worry about yourself and your friend Cassie here.”
Cassie stood up directly, “What do you mean me? Do I have to be put in protective custody too?”
He nodded, “I would advise it, yes. Since you were together the last few days, are close friends and work at the same place; it could easily be that they know exactly who you are and your entire life story,” James leaned over on the desk, “These men are not to taken lightly ladies, they are vicious, insane murderers who have been on a killing spree for nearly five years. Do not think that they will not come after you, because I know for a fact that they do not like loose ends.”
“You know who these people are? Why don’t you just go and arrest them?” Phoebe looked angry, but James knew that she just did not understand all that was happening.
“Miss, we know about these men but we do not know who they are. I have put together a profile and your description of Mikey who fits the gang exactly.”
“There is a whole gang of these guys?” Cassie shrieked, running her hands through her short hair, “How can we hide from a gang? They’ll be everywhere and we can’t just leave the country.”
He smiled, “You may have an idea there.”
Both Phoebe and Cassie groaned then and James watched his witness bend forward holding her head in her hands. He hated seeing her so overwhelmed and although he couldn’t even think of her in a romantic way, the attraction was still there. She was incredibly beautiful, her large innocent eyes made his stomach clench nervously and her lips…her lips were meant to be kissed.
“Are you alright?” Cassie’s sharp voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. He blushed when he noticed that she had caught him ogling Phoebe.
Quickly he pressed himself to continue on, “I am fine. Listen, I’ll drive along with the undercover agents who will bring you to the safe house. You will have to leave everything behind, but all expenses will be paid up and you’ll be able to live at the safe house until this is resolved. Hopefully they won’t find you before then. If so, we’ll have t o move you again.” James looked at them as they listened intently, “Any questions?”
The shook their heads, so he continued, “The first group, including me, will take you to a safe house in Whistler. Its actually a cabin but its remote so we will be able to see if anyone unexpected comes up. Once we get there, another team will already have situated and we will leave you in their capable hands.”
Phoebe seemed overwhelmed so he left at that and called his secretary in with tea and biscuits for the ladies. Then, he spent a few minutes setting things up with witness protection. An hour later they were on their way in a ghost car to Whistler, Phoebe sandwiched between James and another agent in the back seat of the suburban.
Detective James Cameron jostled the stacks of files under his armpit and picked up his coffee mug and briefcase. The meeting about the West Gang murders would be starting in five minutes and he had to give a profile of the perpetrators. James had been on this case for nearly five years now and finally they had a break through.
Two nights ago, when the young man was shot in the alley a little past midnight there had been a witness. This witness had recalled a very good description of the murderer. A sketch artist had sat with her at the hospital for over two hours to get a very strong likeness and now they were about to release it to the media.
He was not too happy about the media network these days, especially when they had used the witnesses name when urged not to. But they were the best means at getting the picture out and right now he needed them. So, he would not get into any argument with the reporters until this was gone and done with.
The conference room was packed full of agents, detectives and police officers ready to listen to what he had to say. As soon as he made it to the front of the room eh handed out the files he held in his arms and clicked the overhead screen on for use throughout his presentation.
As soon as everyone quieted down, he began to speak, “Over the last five years, a series of murders, ranging between thirty and fifty, have occurred in Vancouver alone. At first we thought them to be singular murder crimes, but we have now tied these together.”
James flipped through some pictures of the deceased on the screen, “As you can see, each victim was shot three times, two to the heart and one to the head. That was our means of connecting these murders along with the areas and times of each murder.”
Chief Cohaz, a good friend and father figure to James, stepped forward then. His tall, lean form commandeered attention from those around him, but his carefree attitude put them at ease. At forty-three, he would seem too young to be chief but his actions, hard work and sacrifice daily made him more than up for it.
“Two days ago, James and his partner Pierce went on a call about a murder taking place in an alley near China town. There, they found a witness who later described the perpetrator as a tall man with striking red hair and a tattoo of a snake on his neck. She gave a good description to the sketch artist.” Captain Cohaz turned to James and smiled, slapping him on the back, ‘We were lucky to get a break on this, so do your best to locate this guy.”
After all the questions were answered, James quietly disappeared back to his office. His head was pounding and he needed his morning coffee urgently. He had been sitting merely ten minutes behind his desk when his secretary announced he had visitors. Frowning in annoyance, he gestured for her to let them in and relaxed back in his chair. He was surprised to see Phoebe Banks and a pretty black woman enter his office.
“Miss Banks, what brings you here today?” he stood and walked around the desk to shake her hand, “Is everything alright?”
She blushed prettily and turned to look at her friend who nudged her and gave her a glare, then spoke up, “I wasn’t exactly truthful to you before and I came to set things straight.”
His eyes narrowed and he led her to a chair indicating for her friend to follow. Once he was settled back behind his desk, he crossed his hands before him on the large oak top, “Now then, what is you abstained from telling me?”
“He saw me; direct in the face just after he shot Keagen. Luckily, someone honked their horn at him and he disappeared. I presume it was a fellow gang member.”
Anger flashed through him as he thought about the danger she put herself in by not telling him the truth, “Do you realize how much danger you are in right now? You’re all over the media and he probably knows where you live; did you come in with the two officers I sent over?”
“I was at Cassie’s when I decided to come and talk to you. Did you send them to my apartment?”
He nodded, “Yes, but they haven’t reported in yet, which is very odd. I’ll have to give them a call.”
When there was no answer at the other end, he immediately called a squad car to check out the vicinity of Phoebe’s apartment complex. Then, he took out the paperwork for her fill out regarding protective custody.
“What about my family back in Rosedale? Will they be okay?” Phoebe asked as she filled in the necessary information.
James smiled reassuringly, “I’ll call a friend at the Chilliwack Police Station and get a squad car put out front of their home twenty-four seven. They will be fine, right now you need to worry about yourself and your friend Cassie here.”
Cassie stood up directly, “What do you mean me? Do I have to be put in protective custody too?”
He nodded, “I would advise it, yes. Since you were together the last few days, are close friends and work at the same place; it could easily be that they know exactly who you are and your entire life story,” James leaned over on the desk, “These men are not to taken lightly ladies, they are vicious, insane murderers who have been on a killing spree for nearly five years. Do not think that they will not come after you, because I know for a fact that they do not like loose ends.”
“You know who these people are? Why don’t you just go and arrest them?” Phoebe looked angry, but James knew that she just did not understand all that was happening.
“Miss, we know about these men but we do not know who they are. I have put together a profile and your description of Mikey who fits the gang exactly.”
“There is a whole gang of these guys?” Cassie shrieked, running her hands through her short hair, “How can we hide from a gang? They’ll be everywhere and we can’t just leave the country.”
He smiled, “You may have an idea there.”
Both Phoebe and Cassie groaned then and James watched his witness bend forward holding her head in her hands. He hated seeing her so overwhelmed and although he couldn’t even think of her in a romantic way, the attraction was still there. She was incredibly beautiful, her large innocent eyes made his stomach clench nervously and her lips…her lips were meant to be kissed.
“Are you alright?” Cassie’s sharp voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. He blushed when he noticed that she had caught him ogling Phoebe.
Quickly he pressed himself to continue on, “I am fine. Listen, I’ll drive along with the undercover agents who will bring you to the safe house. You will have to leave everything behind, but all expenses will be paid up and you’ll be able to live at the safe house until this is resolved. Hopefully they won’t find you before then. If so, we’ll have t o move you again.” James looked at them as they listened intently, “Any questions?”
The shook their heads, so he continued, “The first group, including me, will take you to a safe house in Whistler. Its actually a cabin but its remote so we will be able to see if anyone unexpected comes up. Once we get there, another team will already have situated and we will leave you in their capable hands.”
Phoebe seemed overwhelmed so he left at that and called his secretary in with tea and biscuits for the ladies. Then, he spent a few minutes setting things up with witness protection. An hour later they were on their way in a ghost car to Whistler, Phoebe sandwiched between James and another agent in the back seat of the suburban.
Writing Experiment - Day 1
Funny thing; I have pneumonia on this my first day of the experiment so I don't really feel like leaving the apartment anyways. I slept pretty much the day away but I did have time to do some research on Rosedale and the limestone mine at Cheam Lake. Very interesting stuff! It is Day One and I am feeling happy even though I feel a bit yukky. This most definetly is going to be an adventure!!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My New Idea
Hello Readers,
I have a dear friend of mine who tried something while writing one of her novels and it gave her great inspiration and incentive to continue on. So, I have decided to try the same experience and see how it will affect my writing.
This experience will start in two weeks: DECEMBER 14th
What I will be expected to do is refine myself to my home for as long as needed to finish my novel. Now, I will need help from my readers by comments, advice or other means of support as the mission progresses. The reason I am starting in two weeks is that on the 12th I will be having my booksigning and at night a celebration of completing my first novel. I believe this to be a good time to start this process.
During my adventure, I will not be allowed to leave the house except for emergencies and church which is a religious requirement. I will blog about my days and the ups and downs of this experiment. I know it will get lonely, but it will give me a chance to get to know my characters without interuptions and expand my creativity.
I will continue the online mystery story as well, so for all you readers out there, you do not have to be disappointed at the thought of not knowing what will happen next.
I hope you will support my endeavors!!!
yours truly,
Wilma!!
I have a dear friend of mine who tried something while writing one of her novels and it gave her great inspiration and incentive to continue on. So, I have decided to try the same experience and see how it will affect my writing.
This experience will start in two weeks: DECEMBER 14th
What I will be expected to do is refine myself to my home for as long as needed to finish my novel. Now, I will need help from my readers by comments, advice or other means of support as the mission progresses. The reason I am starting in two weeks is that on the 12th I will be having my booksigning and at night a celebration of completing my first novel. I believe this to be a good time to start this process.
During my adventure, I will not be allowed to leave the house except for emergencies and church which is a religious requirement. I will blog about my days and the ups and downs of this experiment. I know it will get lonely, but it will give me a chance to get to know my characters without interuptions and expand my creativity.
I will continue the online mystery story as well, so for all you readers out there, you do not have to be disappointed at the thought of not knowing what will happen next.
I hope you will support my endeavors!!!
yours truly,
Wilma!!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Chapter One
Sunlight drifted in though the blinds and onto the face of a woman fast asleep on the large double bed in the middle of a floral printed room. Next to the bed, in a soft chair, a dark haired woman lay curled up, a blanket covering her from her chin down. She was dark with black curly hair and skin a beautiful shade of brown.
Movement from the bed caused the companion to rouse, "Hello Phoebe."
Phoebe, who was just trying to wake up glanced at her in surprise, "Cassie, what are you doing here?" she then looked around and corrected herself, "I mean, what am I doing here?"
Cassie stood up from the chair and sat beside her friend on the bed, "Well, I hear about what had happened on the news yesterday and went to your apartment but you weren't there. So I eneded up at the hospital. You were totally out of it when I found you, Phoebe. I finally told the nurses I was taking you home, that detective was not too happy about it but I couldn't stand seeing you in there. Do you mind?"
"Are you kidding? This is great, I am so glad to be here with you." Phoebe glanced at a clock on the wall which read fourteen minutes after seven. Was it morning or night?
"How about some breakfast, hon?" Cassie asked, answering her inward question then and there, "Do waffles sound good?"
Phoebe smiled, "Yes, but only if you let me help."
It wasn't long before the two friends were dancing around in the kitchen to a Rhianna cd and waffles were sizzling in the irons. It felt so good to just forget the past few days and concentrate on having fun with her best friend. Phoebe willed hersef not to let her mind drift to the negative side as she ate a deliciousbreakfast and chatted with Cassie.
However, the mood changed later when they were washing the breakfast dishes side by side at the kitchen counter. Phoebe could tell that her friend was nervous about something but she said nothing, not wanting to offend her. Minutes passed slowly by before Cassie spoke, her soft voice interupting the silence.
"What was it like, Phoebe? You must have been so scared."
Phoebe blinked back tears and nodded solemnly, "I was terrified! HE saw me, Cass, and now its all over the news. He's going to come after me, I know it."
Cassie turned Phoebe towards her and hugged her close, "You have to tell that detective, Phoebes. You need protection."
"I don't want people watching over me twenty-four hours a day. You know I need my privacy," she cried softly, her nerves nearly shot.
Cassie sighed, "What is more important? Your privacy or your life, you have to think about that."
Phoebe leaned back to look in her friends face, "A part of me knows you're right, but another side tells me that I have nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about? Honey, you witnessed this man kill another human being! What makes you think he won't come after you?"
"All of a sudden, Phoebe felt her nerves explode; sobbing she ran from ehr friends arms and to the guest bedroom where she closed the door firmly behind her. She knew Cassie was right but apart of her wanted to just forget it all and just live life asshe had before. A low beeping brought her back to reality and she saw her cell phone vibrating on the bedside table, it was her Mom calling. She quickly dried the tears from her eyes and blew her nose before answering.
"Hello Mom."
A loud sob could be heard from the other side, "Oh honey,i'm so glad I caught you. We have been calling your apartment but there is no answer. Ever since the news broadcast we've been so scared, Phoebe. How are you holding up?"
"As well as can be expected I guess. I am at my friend Cassie's house right now, and I am well rested so you don't have to tell me to get some sleep." Phoebe sank down into the bed and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
Again her mother let out a sob, "I wish I could be there with you, you need to come home now, honey. It's not safe there for you. Those fools at the network let the whole world see your picture and name. They could be looking for you right now."
"I can't go home Mom, I have classes to finish and a job to do."
Suddenly her fathers deep voice broke through the line in his no nonsense tone, "Phoebe, if you won't come home, you better tell the police about him spotting you. If you don't, I'll send your brothers over to haul you back home, you hear?"
"How do you know about him spotting me, Dad?" Phoebe frowned, she and Cassie were the only ones who knew.
"I didn't, but you just told me."
"Oh, Dad!" Phoebe moaned, flipping onto her side, "Why do you always do that?"
"Listen to your father, Phoebe Mae Banks," her mother said sternly, "Or I will personally come along and drag you home myself."
"Fine...fine...I'll do anything to keep those brothers of mine from beating up every red head in town."
They talked a few minutes later and then Phoebe gathered some clothes from Cassie to borrow and went in search of the shower. Her friend stood at the sink putting on her makeup. Phoebe paused in the doorway just watching her delicately glaze her lips with lipgloss. When Cassie spotted her and turned, Phoebe sighed and looked at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry for having such a hissy fit, Cass. I guess my nerves have just about had enough."
She smiled, "I would be worried if you didn't."
Phoebe laid the clothing on the counter, "After I take a shower, can you give me a ride to the police station? I'm going to talk to Detective Cameron, you were right about my needing protection."
Callie agreed instantly and left the room so Phoebe could wash up. A half hour later they were cruising down the King James Highway in Cassie's little red bug. Her long blond hair flew in the wind that the entered through the open passenger window and she closed her eyes in order to further enjoy the feeling.
All of a sudden, she noticed Cassie tense up, "What's wrong, Cass?"
"That black Sedan has been following us since we left the apartment. I don't like the feeling of this, girl. What should we do"
Phoebe watched the car following behind them two cars back. What could they do? If they had already found her at her friends house, they obviously knew where she lived and worked.
"Just drive straight to the police station, Cass. They won't be able to hurt us there."
Her friend nodded and excellerated on the gas pedal, fear showing in her dark brown eyes.
Movement from the bed caused the companion to rouse, "Hello Phoebe."
Phoebe, who was just trying to wake up glanced at her in surprise, "Cassie, what are you doing here?" she then looked around and corrected herself, "I mean, what am I doing here?"
Cassie stood up from the chair and sat beside her friend on the bed, "Well, I hear about what had happened on the news yesterday and went to your apartment but you weren't there. So I eneded up at the hospital. You were totally out of it when I found you, Phoebe. I finally told the nurses I was taking you home, that detective was not too happy about it but I couldn't stand seeing you in there. Do you mind?"
"Are you kidding? This is great, I am so glad to be here with you." Phoebe glanced at a clock on the wall which read fourteen minutes after seven. Was it morning or night?
"How about some breakfast, hon?" Cassie asked, answering her inward question then and there, "Do waffles sound good?"
Phoebe smiled, "Yes, but only if you let me help."
It wasn't long before the two friends were dancing around in the kitchen to a Rhianna cd and waffles were sizzling in the irons. It felt so good to just forget the past few days and concentrate on having fun with her best friend. Phoebe willed hersef not to let her mind drift to the negative side as she ate a deliciousbreakfast and chatted with Cassie.
However, the mood changed later when they were washing the breakfast dishes side by side at the kitchen counter. Phoebe could tell that her friend was nervous about something but she said nothing, not wanting to offend her. Minutes passed slowly by before Cassie spoke, her soft voice interupting the silence.
"What was it like, Phoebe? You must have been so scared."
Phoebe blinked back tears and nodded solemnly, "I was terrified! HE saw me, Cass, and now its all over the news. He's going to come after me, I know it."
Cassie turned Phoebe towards her and hugged her close, "You have to tell that detective, Phoebes. You need protection."
"I don't want people watching over me twenty-four hours a day. You know I need my privacy," she cried softly, her nerves nearly shot.
Cassie sighed, "What is more important? Your privacy or your life, you have to think about that."
Phoebe leaned back to look in her friends face, "A part of me knows you're right, but another side tells me that I have nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about? Honey, you witnessed this man kill another human being! What makes you think he won't come after you?"
"All of a sudden, Phoebe felt her nerves explode; sobbing she ran from ehr friends arms and to the guest bedroom where she closed the door firmly behind her. She knew Cassie was right but apart of her wanted to just forget it all and just live life asshe had before. A low beeping brought her back to reality and she saw her cell phone vibrating on the bedside table, it was her Mom calling. She quickly dried the tears from her eyes and blew her nose before answering.
"Hello Mom."
A loud sob could be heard from the other side, "Oh honey,i'm so glad I caught you. We have been calling your apartment but there is no answer. Ever since the news broadcast we've been so scared, Phoebe. How are you holding up?"
"As well as can be expected I guess. I am at my friend Cassie's house right now, and I am well rested so you don't have to tell me to get some sleep." Phoebe sank down into the bed and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
Again her mother let out a sob, "I wish I could be there with you, you need to come home now, honey. It's not safe there for you. Those fools at the network let the whole world see your picture and name. They could be looking for you right now."
"I can't go home Mom, I have classes to finish and a job to do."
Suddenly her fathers deep voice broke through the line in his no nonsense tone, "Phoebe, if you won't come home, you better tell the police about him spotting you. If you don't, I'll send your brothers over to haul you back home, you hear?"
"How do you know about him spotting me, Dad?" Phoebe frowned, she and Cassie were the only ones who knew.
"I didn't, but you just told me."
"Oh, Dad!" Phoebe moaned, flipping onto her side, "Why do you always do that?"
"Listen to your father, Phoebe Mae Banks," her mother said sternly, "Or I will personally come along and drag you home myself."
"Fine...fine...I'll do anything to keep those brothers of mine from beating up every red head in town."
They talked a few minutes later and then Phoebe gathered some clothes from Cassie to borrow and went in search of the shower. Her friend stood at the sink putting on her makeup. Phoebe paused in the doorway just watching her delicately glaze her lips with lipgloss. When Cassie spotted her and turned, Phoebe sighed and looked at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry for having such a hissy fit, Cass. I guess my nerves have just about had enough."
She smiled, "I would be worried if you didn't."
Phoebe laid the clothing on the counter, "After I take a shower, can you give me a ride to the police station? I'm going to talk to Detective Cameron, you were right about my needing protection."
Callie agreed instantly and left the room so Phoebe could wash up. A half hour later they were cruising down the King James Highway in Cassie's little red bug. Her long blond hair flew in the wind that the entered through the open passenger window and she closed her eyes in order to further enjoy the feeling.
All of a sudden, she noticed Cassie tense up, "What's wrong, Cass?"
"That black Sedan has been following us since we left the apartment. I don't like the feeling of this, girl. What should we do"
Phoebe watched the car following behind them two cars back. What could they do? If they had already found her at her friends house, they obviously knew where she lived and worked.
"Just drive straight to the police station, Cass. They won't be able to hurt us there."
Her friend nodded and excellerated on the gas pedal, fear showing in her dark brown eyes.
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