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They were nice. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. They had no children, which is why they signed up for foster care. They worked hard; they had a farm and they’d made it very clear that Debra wouldn’t be sitting around, doing nothing. Debra had no problem with that. If she kept herself occupied she wouldn’t have to think about what happened.
Her foster parents were also very religious. They prayed before every meal and before bedtime and they insisted Debra did the same. They didn’t like the fact that Debra had already been intimate before marriage, but aliyopewa the circumstances they decided not...

Voices. And flashes of light. Debra’s eyes moved behind her eyelids while she heard people talking. What were they talking about? They alisema something about being molested. A strange sound escaped her throat and she tried to open her eyes.
“She’s waking up” a woman alisema fast.
Debra opened her eyes and lifted her hands to protect them from the light shining above her.
“Good morning” a man in a white suit alisema friendly. Debra pulled back and glanced suspiciously. “You had quite a fall” He looked at his files. “A minor concussion and some bruises. wewe were lucky” He looked up...

Debra ran through the hallway and Dale opened the door of his bedroom. “Debra! Come back!” he shouted while he pressed his hand against his bleeding neck.
Other doors opened as well and soon everyone was looking for Debra.
Debra ran to the front door when someone grabbed her from behind. She started to scream when a hand covered her mouth. A boy, about her age, looked at her and ordered her to be quiet.
“The front door is too obvious” he whispered. “I know a better way” He took her hand and pulled her to the basement. He turned the light on and quickly walked downstairs. They ignored...

Hours later Debra was back in her room. Her little sister Beth was fast asleep in the double bed, but Debra was wide awake.
During chajio, chakula cha jioni Dale had been staring at her. She had felt his eyes prying on her. The thought of what he was going to do to her on the night of her birthday, made her sick.
She looked over her shoulder at her sleeping sister. She didn’t want to leave her here, knowing the kind of man that lived here. But she had no choice. Beth wouldn’t want to leave her parents. She wouldn’t understand.
Debra leaned towards Beth and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she stood...

An instant after Claire had shot Joe Emma appeared. When she saw Joe lying on the floor, appearing to be dead, she accelerated her steps, while repeatedly mumbling ‘no’ She knelt and turned Joe on his back.
“Joe, wake up. Please, wake up” she begged. “Don’t leave me here”
Joe groaned and opened his eyes. “Dear God, that hurt” he moaned. “What are wewe doing here? I told wewe not to come until I called you”
“I followed Ryan. It would’ve been two against one. It wouldn’t have been a fair fight. I had to come and help you” Emma explained loyal.
“That’s very thoughtful...

Molly was sitting in one of the hearing rooms at the police station. She had wanted Ryan to interview her, but that idiot of a Mike Weston had called him away.
If Joe found out what Simon had tried to do, he would be furious.
“Molly?” the inspector snapped his fingers before her eyes in attempt to bring her back from her thoughts. “I asked wewe a question. What was your gun doing at the jikoni table? Why didn’t wewe keep it somewhere safe?”
Molly rubbed her eyes tired. She could not believe the FBI let this newbie loose on her. But then again, every professional agent had left to go check...

“Damn it, Deb, pick up” Mike alisema agitated.
Debra’s phone was lying on the washing table, buzzing, but the streaming water in the kuoga drowned the sound out. Debra wasn’t planning on getting ready any time soon. She swore she could still feel the earth on her skin.
“She’s not picking up” Mike alisema nervous. “I’m going to go there”
“To do what?” Ryan protested. “Emma and Joe are shot. They need medical attention. They know they won’t get that from Parker”
Debra stepped out of the kuoga and wrapped a towel around her hair. A sekunde one she wrapped around her body....

Joe put Claire down on a chair and placed a cell phone in her tied hands.
“What’s that?” Claire asked looking at the phone as if it were a cursed object.
“That, my dear Claire”, Joe explained, charismatic as ever “is a way of getting in contact with Ryan. See, you’re going to give him a call and tell him he needs to come and rescue you”
Claire looked up from the phone to her former husband. “No,” she replied.
“Excuse me?” Joe was certain he’d heard her wrong.
“I alisema no!” Claire repeated loudly as she raised from her chair. “I’m not putting Ryan’s life on...