Slumped in the corner of the kitchen, she watched while the afternoon sun fell toward the horizon and then long after the evening shadows had nearly covered the entire floor space.Her eyes burned and the intense fear with which she’d begun her standoff had turned into steel-lipped determination. The months of living in fear that had nearly destroyed her were gone. Being in Johnny’s company for the past few weeks had given her a whole new perspective on being stalked. She might not be able to stop her killer, but she had spent her last day feeling helpless.More than once her eyes had strayed to the kitchen clock over the sink as she prayed for five o’clock to come. But when it had come and gone with no sign of Johnny, it had taken some of her bravado with it.A sudden fear surfaced. What if the stalker had decided to take out part of his anger on the man who’d stolen her away? What if Johnny’s life was also in danger and they hadn’t suspected?“Johnny, come home,” she whispered.
