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God’s plan. I do my best and I let Him do the rest. Helps me to sleep better at night.”
    “I can’t argue with that. Trusting God gets me through my days.”
    Rachel nodded. Knowing that the man who was charged with guarding her life and the life of her son trusted in God comforted her and made her feel a sense of confidence in him.
    Jack leaned toward her, his elbows propped on his knees. “Rachel, I’m going to have to ask you some hard questions.”
    “I understand. I have nothing to hide. I just want this to be over with.”
    He nodded. “Good. Let me start with this. Do you have any idea why someone would want you dead?”
    She’d been asking herself the same question for the past three hours. The only possible connection she could establish was her husband. He’d been a Navy SEAL. They were known for doing some top-secret operations, operations that sometimes had worldwide effects, operations where they were faceless, where they never got the credit. But they’d been the ones on the frontlines, the ones changing history.
    But her husband had been dead for four years and she knew relatively nothing of his work. And if her husband’s work was the connection, what about the other names on the list? Did everyone have some connection with the SEALs? Certainly Jack and his men would have put that together by now if it were there.
    “My husband’s career perhaps?”
    “Your husband was our first thought also. The problem is that none of the other people had any connection with the Navy SEALs.”
    The guard came back into the room at that moment and handed Jack a briefcase. Jack reached into it and pulled out a folder. “I’m going to show you a copy of the list and see if any of the names are familiar to you.”
    He placed in front of her a copy of a stained paper withhastily written names scribbled across it. Just seeing her name jotted there made her heart pulse erratically. The realism of the situation hit her even harder, feeling like a punch in the gut.
    She looked the names over, searching her brain for something—anything—that would trigger a connection. “No, none of the names are familiar. Can you tell me about them? Who are these people? Maybe that will spark something.”
    He reviewed the names, but it was just like he had told her earlier. They were all from different parts of the United States with different ages, different incomes and different careers. The names appeared to be random, but Rachel knew there had to be some connection.
    Jack leaned toward her, his eyes serious and dazzling blue. Every time she looked at them, she seemed to get drawn in. She looked away, concentrated on his mouth instead.
    “I’m sorry, Jack. I wish I could help…”
    He leaned back in his seat, and Rachel could tell he was disappointed. So was she. She wished more than anything that she did have some answers, that just seeing the list had made a light bulb turn on and given them a solution that would end this nightmare.
    For the next hour they reviewed where she’d been raised, her family, her education, seemingly mundane details of her life. When they finished, she let her head fall back against the couch. She just needed something to make sense. Maybe then she’d have some hope for a happy ending.
    “I can tell you’re exhausted, Rachel. We can finish this in the morning.” The soft, compassionate look had returned to Jack’s eyes.
    She appreciated his courtesy, but now wasn’t the time. She didn’t move. Sure, she was tired and she’d love nothing more than to get some rest—in her own bed, in her own home. Butthere wouldn’t be such thing as true “rest” until she felt safe again. They had to keep going.
    Rachel pinched the skin between her eyes. She had to stay calm, to ward away the anxiety that tried desperately to grip her. Finally, she dropped her hand and opened her eyes with what she hoped conveyed renewed energy. “Let’s keep going.”
    Jack laced his fingers in front of him as