Lethal Deception. Lynette Eason

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      Dedicated to Jesus Christ.

      CONTENTS

      ACKNOWLEDGMENT

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

      Acknowledgment

      Thanks to:

      My husband, Jack. I love you, appreciate you, respect you

       and thank God for you.

      My children, Lauryn and Will, who understand when Mom

       orders takeout for supper—six times a week.

      My parents, Lewis and Lou Jean Barker, brother Lane, and

       in-laws, Bill and Diane Eason. Jason and Jennifer Dorris. You guys are so great!

      My grandma, Freda Trowbridge, in Amarillo, Texas.

      My fellow teachers and coworkers at the

       South Carolina School for the Deaf and Blind. You guys are awesome!

      Shirlee McCoy, Ginny Aiken and Dee Henderson.

       Thank you!

      Brandilyn Collins for posting me on her blog!

       Check out February 28, 2007 at www.brandilyncollins.com!

      ACFW. You’re fabulous.

      To the girls: Margaret Hall, Dawn Barnes, Joni Quinn,

       Becky Smith, Tracy Krout & Sarah Couch.

      Eastside Spartanburg Martial Arts. You’re a blessing!

       And you don’t look at me weird when I come to watch my kids’ karate classes with a laptop in hand.

      To my home church, Northgate Baptist, and

       my new church, New Life Baptist Fellowship.

      Jesse and Carolyn Hartley.

       Jesse, keep writing, you’re next!

      ONE

      March 2

      Early afternoon Brazilian orphanage

      Danger hung heavy in the air around her. It was time to go. Instinct, a nudging from God or just plain common sense told her the time was now. She’d been here a month getting to know the child in her arms, but even this three-hour wait for the taxi she’d called was too much time. Cassidy McKnight loved Tefé, a poor city located in the state of Amazonas, situated in the northern part of Brazil. But now, uneasiness rolled through her as she shifted two-and-a-half-year-old Alexis higher on her hip and scanned the dirt path that was supposed to pass for a road.

      Tropical green trees swayed in the slight breeze, and the humidity pulled Cassidy’s natural flame-colored curls even tighter against her head, causing the mass to lay heavy against the back of her neck.

      “Come on, come on,” she muttered, alternating amongst pacing, standing and tapping her foot. Patience had never been her strongest virtue. Where was the cab?

      “My Cass-ty,” Alexis said, and lay her curly, blond head on Cassidy’s shoulder.

      “My Lexi,” she answered, and planted a smacking kiss on the child’s rosy cheek.

      Alexis grinned, then sobered. “Want Mama.”

      Cassidy’s heart lurched. “I know, sweetie. I wish your mama was here, too.”

      “Daddy?”

      Cassidy nodded. “Yes, Daddy, too.”

      Alexis looked up at the sky. “In heaven with Jesus?”

      Cassidy blinked back tears and whispered, “Yeah, in heaven with Jesus.”

      Anna, one of the relief workers from the orphanage and also a woman Cassidy called friend, walked up. “Taxis take forever around here. You might be better off hiking it.”

      Before Cassidy could respond, Alexis pointed to the sky and said, “Mama, Daddy with Jesus.”

      Anna blew out a sad sigh, looked at Cassidy and said, “You’d think God would have a special protection plan for people who build orphanages, wouldn’t you?”

      Cassidy gave a humorless smile, a mere twitch of her lips, although she nodded her agreement. She was ready to leave for more than one reason. Being here, the same country, the same jungle, where her brother had disappeared two years ago was taking its toll. They’d never found his body and Cassidy still had trouble accepting his death.

      The taxi finally squealed around the corner and pulled up in front of the Amazon Orphanage. Dust swirled as it stopped.

      “About time,” Cassidy muttered, and moved through the gate. The sun beat hot as she nodded to the bearded driver and pulled open the back door. Anna followed and handed over a booster seat. Cassidy placed it in the backseat and tossed the diaper bag on the floorboard.

      Alexis in her arms, she turned back to the relief worker who had short dark curls and compassionate dark blue eyes.

      Anna said, “Here are the papers. I sent another copy to your fax machine. It should be waiting for you when you get home. God be with you.”

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