Tess hesitated for a few seconds, decided it was better to know than not, and snatched the receiver off the hook. She never expected the damned thing to actually ring. She'd had the landline connected so she could send and receive faxes and have ridiculously slow internet. The ringing continued as she and the dogs crossed the hall to the old-fashioned ranch house kitchen where the plain white phone hung on the wall next to the refrigerator. It had to be a wrong number, but if it wasn't. Tess pushed back the covers, heart pounding. The two Belgian Malinois shepherds, Blossom and Mac, stood shoulder to shoulder next to her bed, their amber eyes fixed on the bedroom door on the other side of the room, ears pricked forward at the unfamiliar sound of the phone. Her hand had just touched metal when the phone rang again and she realized what had sent her dogs on alert. Tess O'Neil finally drifted off from sheer exhaustion just after sunrise, only to be awakened by a sharp bark and the bounce of the mattress as her dogs leaped to the floor.įor one terrifying second she thought Eddie had found her, and she automatically reached for the weapon she kept under the bed. It had been another in a long string of sleepless nights.
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