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refusing to make eye contact. Doors were pushed open, and people eased out of the van. Ezra opened the hatch and pulled out suitcases.
    He handed Jan her suitcase.
    “That’s the last time you are going to carry our luggage for us, right?” she joked.
    Ezra shook his head and laughed. “You’ll have fun, trust me.”
    One by one, the clients headed up the sidewalk, the wheels of their suitcases bumping over the concrete. The blonde woman was not with them. When he looked around, there was no sign of her. He shrugged off a nagging sense of worry for her. He’d gotten her safely to town. She could probably take care of herself now. Besides, he’d be heading off to the wilderness in the morning—the last place a city girl like her belonged. Surely he’d done all for her that he could.

TWO
    C larissa slipped down the first alley she came to. She didn’t want to involve Ezra any further in this tangled mess. Maybe it was just because she had been on her own since she was fourteen, but she’d gotten into the habit of not expecting help from anyone. She could fix this by herself. She’d find another job. She’d get a new start somewhere else.
    She shifted her handbag to her shoulder and walked on. Maybe she should go to the police. And tell them what? she wondered. They couldn’t fix what had taken place in California.
    She had a natural distrust of the police from her teen years, and knowing that the police had been dismissive of her claims in California made her worry that they would do the same here. Really, she had known from the moment Max fired her that she should cut her losses rather than try to take on the legal and financial resources Max had access to. She just had no idea he would go so far as to send Don after her. It didn’t make any sense. Why couldn’t Max be happy with her leaving the state? Why did he want her to come back?
    She stepped out onto a side street. Things looked different after ten years. But then, she supposed she was different, too. For one thing, she’d found faith in the time since she’d been gone. And that reminded her of the friend who had helped with that—a friend she hoped could help her again now.
    Sondra had been a maid employed in Max’s house. Because she had started out on Max’s cleaning crew, Clarissa had felt a kinship to her. But Sondra had been more than a friend. She was the person who had taken the seeds of faith that had been planted in Clarissa ten years ago, when she’d been a scared, pregnant teenager here in Discovery, and helped them flower. Clarissa had witnessed love and grace at Naomi’s Place, a home for pregnant teens, but it had taken a decade for the message to sink in. And it never could have happened without Sondra.
    She’d been fired about the time Clarissa had gotten her promotion. Sondra had cleaned Max’s office on a Tuesday, when it was supposed to be cleaned on a Wednesday. Right before she’d left, Sondra had pressed a piece of paper with her phone number and address on it into Clarissa’s hand. “If you ever need anything, give me a call.”
    At the time, Clarissa had wondered why Sondra’s words were so filled with desperation. As someone who worked in his mansion, maybe she had known what kind of man Max really was.
    Clarissa wandered through the town, trying to remember the location of things. First, she needed to find a safe, quiet place to call Sondra. The streets were nearly abandoned at this hour and most places were closed. Her heart squeezed tight as anxiety returned. Would Max’s thug follow her here? He must have figured out she was in the van. It would take him a while to get a rental car or taxi. That bought her some time.
    Why had she come back to Discovery anyway? She’d stood at the airport counter in LAX. The attendant had asked her where she wanted to go, his gaze heavy and demanding. She had blurted out Discovery without thinking.
    Sondra lived about a day’s drive away, in Wyoming. Glancing nervously up and