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from a recent operation, and she had had to undergo three more operations in the months to follow. She also remembered the constant warning from Dr. Parker, that a day may come when the monster who had almost killed the sweet woman would come back around, looking for her. The warning still ringing in her head, she thought, So, the man who did this to her is not only a crazed lunatic, but wealthy and powerful as well. He won’t stop until she’s dead. She also remembered promising to do all she could to protect the young woman, who in a short amount of time had become like the daughter she never had.

“Sister, please.” his voice cut through the silence.

Focusing once more on the matter at hand, she cleared her throat awkwardly and said, “Mr. Bishop, if the young woman had been here, well, we offer safe haven for people who really need it, and I can’t betray that trust, I’m very sorry.”

BINGO! He thought, but knew the old girl wasn’t going to give up anything more. Putting the photo and envelope back in his pocket, he stood to leave. “Very well, thank you for your time, Sister.” he said, giving her his best smile, then turned and left.

Leaning back in her seat again and drumming her fingers on her desk, she wondered if she should discuss the visit with Karen, but fearing it would be a little too overwhelming and frightening to her, decided against it. Instead, she would wait until the doctor returned, and let him know instead, he would know best what to do. “Father, please watch over Karen, protect her from the evil that stalks her.” she whispered.
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    Granger smiled as he watched Regan round third base. “GO! GO! GO!” he cheered as his son ran home and slid in, exactly the way he had taught him. He looked on proudly as the boy jumped up, then dusted himself off. I wish Cassandra had stuck around to see our son grow, if she only knew what a joy she missed out on… he thought, feeling the old, familiar pang.

Looking up in the stands, Regan waved at him with a big goofy grin.

Waving back, he heard his cell phone ring. Getting up from the stands, he stepped down and away from everyone within earshot, and answered the call.

“Mr. Mortenson, Radon Bishop here.”

“Yes?” he answered impatiently. Pressing the phone to his ear, he stuck a finger in the other the other one to drown out the noise of the children playing, and their parents screaming and cheering them on.

“I got a tip that your wife was badly injured, and was taken to a children’s home, ran by nuns, to recover. I believe they may know where she is now, but they aren’t talking.”

Thunderstruck, he felt his knees nearly buckle. Could it be true that she could have been hurt somehow, and complete strangers cared for her? No.. I would have known if she had been hurt, after all, they couldn’t have treated her without notifying me. .. He cautioned himself.

“Where is she now?” he demanded in a voice that held no sympathy, in spite of what he just been told.

Astonished by the man’s reaction, Raidon couldn’t help but wonder for a moment if the strange behavior was because Granger himself was the one who had attacked her. He had expected the man to be pleased with the news. “Well, as I said sir, I don’t know where she is, but I feel that if I keep a close eye on the children’s home, it will lead us to her eventually.” H e replied slowly, as he brought a pair of binoculars up to his eyes with his free hand and looked, watching children lining up to go in for dinner. He had found a good spot in the woods, where he could watch unseen. Looking around slowly, he spotted the grounds keeper, and watched as the old man snuck around the corner of one of the buildings. At the moment, the man was glancing around nervously, as if afraid of being seen. Reaching down into a large purple Butterfly bush, he pulled out a mason jar, opened it,