Alexander wiped the sweat from his eyes as he searched
frantically in the old desk for the worn envelop. He knew had to be there, but it wasn't where he had put it. The
phone call he'd just received caused his stomach to roll and his heart
to race.
“If you don’t deliver
the information to the mailbox at the Old Mill in an hour, you wife will be in
grave danger.”
Elizabeth was
nowhere to be found, and he knew the gravelly voice on the other end of the
line meant business: bad business.
His chest hurt; he took short quick breaths trying to quell
his nausea and concentrate on the task. It had to be here somewhere. When his
vision blurred and his head started to spin, he knew he was in trouble.
Nate; he had to pass the information on to his son. Why
hadn’t he done it before now? Nate was the last hope for Anna. He grasped his
chest as he slowly fell to the floor.
