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a panicked voice, told her he was about to be arrested. “I—I thought I’d have more time,” he’d said, “but they’re coming to the house tonight, and I have to get out of the country. Rachel, I’m not ready! Bring Edward to me so I can say good-bye before I leave. I have to say good-bye to my son. You have to do this for me!”
    She’d heard the desperation in his voice and knew he was afraid she wouldn’t comply because of her bitterness over the way he’d ignored their child. Except for Edward’s televised baptism, which had been the most watched program in the history of the Temple ministry, Dwayne had shown little interest in being a father.
    Her disillusionment with her husband had started soon after they were married, but it wasn’t until her pregnancy that she’d discovered the extent of his corruption. He’d justified his avarice by telling her he needed to let the world see the riches God bestowed on the faithful. Still, she wouldn’t deny him what might be his last contact with his son.
    “All right. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    “And I want—I want to take something from home with me, as a reminder. Bring the Kennedy chest, too. And my Bible.”
    She understood about the Bible, which was a keepsake from his mother. But Rachel was no longer the naive Indiana country girl he’d married, and his request for the Kennedy chest made her instantly suspicious. At least five million dollars from the Temple ministry were unaccounted for, and it wasn’t until she’d broken the small brass lock and assured herself the chest was empty that she did as he’d asked.
    She’d sped along the mountain roads toward the landing strip with two-year-old Edward strapped into his car seat sucking on Horse’s ear. Dwayne’s mother’s Bible lay on the seat next to her, and the small leather chest sat on the floor. By the time she’d arrived, however, it was too late to reach her husband.
    Law enforcement had decided not to wait until nightfall to arrest him, and, acting on a tip, the local police and county sheriff had headed for the airfield. But Dwayne had spotted them approaching and taken off. Two deputies forced her out of the Mercedes and confiscated everything, even Edward’s car seat. Afterward, one of them drove her home in a squad car.
    It wasn’t until the next morning that she received word that a plane crash had killed her husband. Not long after, she was evicted from the house with little more than the clothes on her back. It was her first lesson in exactly how unkind the world could be to the widow of a crooked televangelist.
    She hadn’t seen the Kennedy chest again, not until five days ago when she’d stumbled on the photograph of Cal Bonner and his wife in a People magazine that had been left at the Laundromat. For three years she’d wondered about that chest. When she’d broken the lock, she’d given the interior no more than a cursory examination. Later, she remembered how heavy it had been and wondered if it could have contained a false bottom. Or maybe a safe-deposit key lay concealed beneath the green felt lining.
    As she drew the old beach towel tighter to ward off the night chill, she was filled with bitterness. Her son was sleeping in the backseat of a broken-down car after eating a peanut-butter sandwich and an overly ripe pear, yet five million dollars were missing. It was money that belonged to her.
    Even after she paid off the last of Dwayne’s creditors, there would be a few million left, and she intended to use it to buy security for her son. Instead of yachts and jewels, she dreamed of a small house in a safe neighborhood. She wanted to watch Edward eat decent food and wear clothing that wasn’t threadbare. She’d send him to good schools and buy him a bicycle.
    But she couldn’t make any of those dreams come true without the goodwill of Gabriel Bonner. These past three years had taught her never to ignore reality, no matter how unpleasant, and she knew it