"We go now to Police Commissioner Howard Duz-man, who is working closely with the FBI on this high-profile investigation."
Amabel didn't know much of anything about Scott Brainerd. She had never met him, had never spoken to him until she had called Noelle and he answered the phone, identified himself, and asked who she was.
And she'd told him. Why not? She'd asked him to have Noelle call her back. But Noelle hadn't called her-not that Amabel had expected her to. If Noelle's life depended on it, well, that would be different.
She would be on the phone like a shot. But she hadn't called her this time. Amabel wondered if Noelle would realize that Sally could be here. Would that make her call? She didn't know. Actually, now it didn't matter.
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She reached out her hand and covered her niece's thin fingers with hers. She saw where there had once been a ring, but it was gone now, leaving just a pale white mark in its place. She wondered for just a moment if she should tell Sally that she'd spoken to her husband. No, not yet. Maybe never. Let the girl rest for a while. Hopefully there would be time, but Amabel didn't know. Actually, if she could, she would get rid of Sally this very minute, get her away from here before... No, she wouldn't think about that. She didn't really have a choice.
Everything would work out. Besides, what would it matter if Scott Brainerd did find out his wife was hiding out here? So she said nothing, just held Sally's hand in hers.
"I'm awfully tired, Amabel."
"I'll bet you are, baby, I'll just bet you are."
Amabel tucked her in like she was her little girl in the small second bedroom. The room was quiet, so very quiet.