To celebrate Joanne Markey’s release of When Curlew Calls, we have a serial novel for you!
In our last episode with Tabitha Bouldin, we saw our heroine face to face with her former love who gives her unfortunate news about her father’s supposed sordid past. Was he innocent as she believed or is there more to the story? Find out in the next installments…
Whatever Candor may have been planning to tell me, didn’t get a chance to be formulated into words. A distant sound, certainly an explosion, drew his attention, while the man who had driven the cab disappeared through the door. I started to rise, but Candor, probably assuming I planned an escape, jumped to his feet, grabbing hold of my shoulder.
“Stay.”
The cab driver reappeared at a sprint. “They’re blowing the gates open. They haven’t gotten through, but they will soon.”
Candor shook his head, frustration in his voice. “How did they know she’s here?”
The cab driver shook his head. “I should take her. Get her out of here, before they find her.”
I looked from one man to the other. “Before who finds me? What do they want from me?”
“No time for that now!” Candor let go of my shoulder, and walked back toward his chair. “Fine. Steven, you take Alethea and get her to safety. I’ll remain here and greet our guests.”
“Why don’t you-” The cab driver wouldn’t, however, let me finish.
“Let’s go. Right now. Questions later.”
I glanced back at Candor, but he merely looked grave. “I’ll see you soon, Alethea.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply before I’d been hurried through the doorway.
Another explosion went off as we exited and the gateway fell through with an echoing crash. Steven, the cab driver, grabbed my hand and began running the opposite direction. Shouts followed us.
I couldn’t begin to keep up with him on my own, but he seemed to know how to drag me along without allowing me to faceplant. Before long, however, the stitch in my side made me wish faceplanting could be an option.
Dragging me through a short doorway, down an alley, up a long street, and down two more alleys, all I could think of were more questions. I didn’t understand.
At the same time, reflecting on Candor’s words about my father, I wasn’t sure I wanted to understand. I didn’t want to believe my father to be a criminal. Surely, Candor had to be wrong. He had his information mixed up. His proof twisted. He must.
We hadn’t suffered and believed in Father all these years, for nothing!
Down another alley, my breath coming so short I could barely get any oxygen, Steven finally stopped.
“Catch your breath. I don’t hear them anymore. I don’t think they followed us.”
I bent over, staring at the filthy street, trying to obey. Steven hardly seemed to need such trivial things as catching one’s breath.
Two cats twisted through a pile of garbage nearby, as thunder broke out once again. The rain began to come down faster again. I shivered and looked up at the man in front of me.
“Candor isn’t here.”
He stared down at me, almost, it seemed, amused. “No, he isn’t.”
I shrugged. “Since he isn’t here, you can tell me, please. What in the world is going on?”
To be continued tomorrow with Liz Tolzma… While you wait, however, make sure you enter the GIVEAWAY! It’s the best way to help deal with the suspense and anticipation!
To the KING be all the glory!