About This Book
It was two o'clock on a Saturday morning and someone had just tried to kill her…
She wanted to scream, but her voice defied her. No one would even come to her rescue in the deserted brownstone.
She knew she ought to report the attempted murder to the police. But she couldn't. They would ask the question she dared not answer.
How could she tell the police the horrible truth?
How could she tell them that the man who wanted her dead was her husband, John!
She wanted to scream, but her voice defied her. No one would even come to her rescue in the deserted brownstone.
She knew she ought to report the attempted murder to the police. But she couldn't. They would ask the question she dared not answer.
How could she tell the police the horrible truth?
How could she tell them that the man who wanted her dead was her husband, John!