All the color drained from Traci’s face and she clutched her robe more tightly around her as she sat down on the couch next to him. “Are you sure?” she asked. He hated the way her hands were starting to shake. He reached out and grabbed her free hand. It had been only half a year since Traci had been kidnapped. It had only been for a few hours but it had been the most terrifying hours of both of their lives. And Cindy had helped save her. “I’m afraid so. She was on vacation in Honolulu. Jeremiah’s flown over there to help find her.” “What has she gotten herself into now?” Traci burst out, voice thick with distress. “Another murder, it sounds like.” “Why can’t she leave these things to the police? She’s going to get hurt.”
