A Better Life
Book Three in Angel’s Trials
Angel’s husband had barely left the country when the first attempt on her life occurred. Fortunately, Anna was at home and shot the man as he entered through a window that for some reason had been left open. Now a dead body chilled in the basement freezer.
Angel had always known this day would come. She had lived in fear of this day for the last five years. The terrorists had somehow discovered her identity. By the sounds of gunshots outside the house, she knew her nightmare was far from over. Any thought of her living a normal life from here-on wasn’t possible. God only knows what would happen to her and her children now.
Discover the new life of the extraordinary forensic auditor named Angel. She can locate improperly acquired money better than anyone. Unfortunately, that puts her and her children at serious risk.
Nor does her love life work nearly as well as her forensic abilities. Men are constantly using, then betraying her. Still, she remains positive and optimistic. Now that she is officially dead, living deep within a mountain, she hopes she and her children will be safe.
To her surprise, the biggest threat is not from criminals, but her husband, who has ordered her to be killed.
Three hours into the drive she heard a hunger whimper of her youngest child.
The sound of her baby eased her worry greatly. She heard a bit of rustling then he quieted, which meant someone had just given him a bottle. She’d been weaning Johnny off the bottle, but right now she was only grateful someone had thought to bring him one.
Had to be Derrick’s mother who cared for her child. The dear woman had moved from Florida to help with Derrick’s kids and had become Johnny’s primary caregiver.
Whenever one of the kids would forget and speak, Derrick’s voice would softly scold.
She held them all tight, kissing all four on their heads, as they pressed against her arm or chest. She wished she could tell them everything was going to be all right. But she feared nothing would ever be right again.
Her enemies would never stop looking for her until she was dead. She and her children were in grave danger, had been for years, only their illusion of safety was now stripped away forever.
As the hours wore on, the children all needed a bathroom. When Stevie whispered his need, Derrick shushed him and handed her a large plastic item that she soon determined was a port-a-potty. None of the boys wanted to use a potty meant for babies. Kelly was desperate, so she broke resistance and went first. Certain that if a teenager would use it, they could too, the boys were quick to follow.
Unfortunately, now the van held the horrible stench of an overflowing port-a-potty, which made the hours following tortuous. Keeping the kids quiet became even harder as they kicked and slapped each other.
She tried to calm them with kisses to their foreheads, but all too soon that trick ceased to work.
Finally, Derrick resorted to fear. He gripped Dare and Stevie by their collars. “Do you want us all to die?” he whispered with angry intensity.
Kelly’s grip on her arm tightened at her father’s words. Little Tommy, seated in her lap, crawled to Angel and wrapped his arms around her neck. Stevie and Dare pressed against her, their fear driving out their anger for one another.
With the kids quiet at last, Angel dozed off, hoping in sleep she could escape the misery of their current situation.
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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana,