Prologue

 

 The trip would begin in less than a week.

     She smirked and said aloud, “Yes, Joanna, I can see into the future. I can see your giving me a huge chunk of money to locate your darling kidnapped son. Yes, indeed. I have the gift!”

     Moriah felt at her throat and coughed heartily. Deep in her chest, there was a gnawing pain. “Damn rags,” she said, stubbing her cigarette in an overflowing ashtray. Maybe the sensation was a warning that smoking was harming her health, she thought, as she tapped another cigarette out of the package. “Not a damn thing wrong with these lungs,” she said as if addressing the absent Tamur, who continually preached the gospel of good health. “Not a damn thing!”

     Her mind returned to the two mysterious women who had materialized a few feet from her bed. They are a nuisance right now, but I’ve chased them back to their haunts. I won’t be distracted. I’ve bigger fish on the line. All I need to do is reel them in.  

 

 

 

 

 

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