Who had Wayne been talking to? She contemplated trying to get hold of his phone but got only as far as opening her bedroom door onto the silent living room before deciding that was an idiot’s idea. She eased her door shut, released the knob, and climbed back into bed. She pulled the blanket up to her chin. When Shauna was a kindergartener, her mother taught her a ditty to say in the nights when bad dreams frightened her. How did it go? It had not come to mind for many, many years, so when Shauna found herself saying it aloud, the rhyme surprised her. God is with me. Jesus is here. The Spirit is greater than my fear. Tonight, though, the words did not comfort her. Instead, she was pricked with sadness for having forgotten what is was like to have such childlike, simple faith in a good God. Was that something she could ever reclaim for herself? Her thoughts turned to the blond reporter in the smoky rain jacket. An eyewitness puts a second passenger in the car with you. Who was his eyewitness?
