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nodded as Nate drove. “I’ll do that.”
    “Good. It’s time to take back control. Those kids need you whole again. And so do I.”
    Dane looked at him. “Huh?”
    “You’re barely functioning, mate. Even now. It’s not what Jas would have wanted.”
    He nodded slowly, forcing his mind back to work and where they were going. “So this murder?”
    Nate took a deep breath. “Like I said, the call came in first thing this morning…”
     
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    Amy’s breath came in small shallow gasps. Her heart thudded against her chest wall and pounded in her ears. She didn’t dare move as the man stared in through the window at her. Then he turned and moved away.
    The arrow still vibrated in the wall, a fraction of an inch from her head. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over.
    She slid down the wall to the ground, shaking hard. A note floated to the floor beside her. It must have come in with the arrow. Trembling fingers opened it. Justice will be served. Vengeance is mine. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth and a life for a life.
    She closed her eyes, panic mixing with the fear inside her. I have to go, Lord. Leave here. There is nothing else I can do. I can’t stay. I thought this was over .
    Pounding came from the scorched front door. She jumped and gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth in terror.
    “You can’t hide in there forever, Amy Childs. You hurt my brother. You’re mine. The courts let you off, I won’t do the same. Watch your every step because I’m coming for you.”
    Footsteps moved away and after a couple of minutes, the black car drove off. She couldn’t ask the police for help. She was a convicted criminal, in the same category as a murderer or the guy hunting her down. If she stayed here, she’d die. He’d already tried once with the fire and again with the arrow.
    She ignored the small voice telling her if Saunders wanted to kill her, she’d be dead already. There was no way out but to run. She threw a change of clothes into a rucksack and pulled out the tin from under the bed. She checked to make sure the contents were there, before sliding it into the pack, along with several other things she needed. She ran her fingers through her hair. I can’t cut it. What about dyeing it?
    Dying… What if she were dead? There’d been a TV program years ago, where a man had pretended to drown in the sea and in reality gone off to start a new life somewhere else. She could do that.
    She nodded at her reflection. She’d always fancied going red—even gone as far as buying the hair dye a while ago before losing her nerve, so that’s what she’d do.
    An hour later, she looked in the mirror at her red hair. It was going to take some getting used to. She tied it back and shoved the towels she’d used into her rucksack. Pulling a hat over her head to hide her hair, she wheeled the bike outside and locked up the house. A pang of regret filled her at the thought of leaving everything behind. But she didn’t have a choice.
    The ride to the beach only took five minutes. Having locked the bike up on the prom, she headed down to her usual spot, which as always, despite the warmth of the day, was empty. She laid out her towel and put her book, sunglasses, and suntan lotion on it. She set her clothes in a pile next to it and ran her fingers over the phone for a long time before typing a message to Rosalie. I’m sorry. Forgive me.
    Amy took a deep breath and hit send. This was it. There was no going back. Picking up only the rucksack, she stood. Her purse, along with all her cards, ID, and everything else that tied her to this life, she left behind.
    Ducking under the pier, she started walking towards the station and the first train to London she could catch. From there she’d just pick somewhere and trust God to guide her some place safe.
     
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    A day later, Amy got off the train in Headley Cross, some four hundred miles from Filely, just after ten thirty in the morning. She’d arrived in