Christmas Haven. Hope White
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be in touch.”
“Julie—”
She ended the call, and nervously paced to the window.
We’re always right behind you.
Which meant they were trailing her to Port Whisper? How? She’d taken her personal files with her mom’s contact information from the office. Morgan said no one had followed them from the ferry. She glanced at her phone. Were they tracking her through a GPS chip? Had they already found her?
She had no choice. She had to run. And destroy her phone along the way.
Julie packed up her things. There was a commuter bus that stopped in town around six. She’d catch it and head west to a larger town, like Port Angeles, where she could blend in.
She flipped off her bedroom light and padded across the hall to Mom’s room. As she peered inside, she realized if she woke Mom she’d only talk her out of leaving. But Julie had made up her mind. She didn’t want to risk bringing trouble to Port Whisper and put the townspeople in danger.
She tiptoed downstairs, glancing across the warm and welcoming living room. Sadness welled up in her chest as she remembered the many Christmases she’d enjoyed in this very room. She’d had a wonderful childhood, safe and happy, unlike the kids she counseled. Julie thought she’d been doing the honorable thing when she’d left for the city. She had the solid upbringing and faith in God that grounded her and gave her strength to help the kids at Teen Life. Faith that had been tested, ripped apart and destroyed as she watched one kid after another fail.
It was on those days that Julie missed the comfort and innocence of Port Whisper.
Innocence that would be destroyed if her stalker tracked her here. Andy Trotter was missing. She’d seen Dane Simms being shoved into a van. She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew witnessing the abduction had put her life at risk.
She placed a note on the hall table, opened the front door and slipped outside. The cool morning chill slapped her cheeks as she started down the porch steps. She’d catch the commuter bus and head to Port Angeles, find a safe place to hide and…
What? Get a job in a burger joint? Take a nanny job? She hadn’t thought past getting away and escaping the threat.
As she headed down Oak Street she thought about her childhood friends from the youth club, Carrie, Megan and Taylor.
And Suzy.
There wasn’t a day that passed when she didn’t think about Suzy.
“Don’t go there,” she muttered, flipping her collar up against the breeze. The hair on the back of her neck bristled.
She narrowed her eyes and focused ahead, looking for signs of danger.
Don’t be paranoid. It’s Port Whisper.
A small, sleepy little town, Morgan had said yesterday in the kitchen, repeating her words from their fight years ago.
She’d intentionally kept Morgan at a distance, yet somehow he was still able to sense her fear. Another reason to leave town. If she saw him again, he’d do his best to break down the wall she’d lodged between them.
The brisk walk to town brightened her spirits a bit, if that was possible. Watching the sunrise had always been a treat, especially when she’d shared it with Morgan, his arm around her, humming in her ear.
She could never watch a sunrise without thinking of him, or remembering the time they were questioned by a cop at Squamish Harbor. They’d fallen asleep while waiting for the sunrise.
Turning the corner to the Town Center, she eyed a spot behind the post office where she could wait until the bus came. The post office overlooked the water, so peaceful at this time of the morning.
She shook herself out of the false sense of peace. She had to plan her next move. Her phantom caller threatened to be right behind her. Even if he didn’t find Julie, chances were whoever was after her would keep abducting kids, kids who didn’t seem to matter to anyone but her.
The kids sometimes reminded her of Morgan before they’d started dating. He’d had his share of challenges—a learning disability, an absent mother—which had led to anger issues and fights in school. Somehow Julie had gotten through to him and they’d fallen in love.
After she left she’d worried that he’d slip into that dark place again. But the night he’d told her they would marry someday, he’d also said that he’d changed. Because of her.
That was the first time she felt she’d had a positive impact on someone’s life. She surely didn’t have one on Suzy’s.
She tossed her phone into the water, figuring that would destroy the GPS. All her contacts, photos and text messages… gone. But she had to get used to being alone. She eyed Sahalish Island across the water, uninhabited except for tourists who visited for the day or campers who sailed onto the small shore and pitched tents in the rugged terrain. The island reminded her of her baby sister, Lana, who ran Delightful Tours, a business that took visitors to the island, out of a snack shop called Stone Soup. Lana was never going to forgive Julie for leaving town without seeing her.
This is so messed up.
She wished she could pray to God to tell her she was doing the right thing, but she’d given up on prayer somewhere around the fourth year in her job. Where was God when horrible things were happening to these kids?
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a tall, male figure step around the corner. Glancing away, she shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and wandered in the other direction. Calm, casual.
She climbed down the rocks to the shore, remembering a path she and Morgan used to take when strolling along the water to the main dock. They would hide out beneath the pier, steal a kiss, confess their fears and share their dreams for the future.
“Miss?” the man called after her.
She picked up her pace. She’d given directions to the guy at the ferry and he’d found her on the boat. But Morgan said no one had followed them from the ferry, right?
“Hey, wait!” the man called.
She broke into a full-blown sprint. Not easy considering the unstable rocks beneath her feet. She never should have come back here, should have known better. She shot a glance over her shoulder at the guy, who stood on the pier, watching, but not following her.
She turned and slammed into something hard and firm.
The man’s partner?
“Where do you think you’re going?”
THREE
“Let go of me!” She struggled against Morgan’s grip, as if fearing for her life.
“Julie, stop!” Morgan ordered. “It’s me, Morgan.”
She hesitated, still clutching his jacket, and glanced up. “Morgan? What are you doing here?”
“Apparently, stopping you from running away.” He hesitated. “Again.”
He couldn’t believe it. She didn’t have the decency to stay a few days and catch up with her family. She didn’t have the decency to say goodbye.
Some things never changed.
“What are you doing down here?” he said, but he had a pretty good idea.
“I’m… I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk.”
“Uh-huh. With your backpack?” He released her, but she clung to his jacket for a second longer than necessary.
Then she let go. “Are you stalking me?”
“That’s an odd way of putting it.”
“How did you know I was here?” She took a step back, then shot a nervous glance over her shoulder.
“I