Recovered Secrets. Jessica Patch R.

If I’m stuck here, I’ll feel caged, and somehow, I am certain that will not bode well for me. Or you.”

      Hollis raised an eyebrow and sipped his brew. “I believe you. We’ll do what we can and be cautious. I think Cord will work with us—or you. And when we aren’t trying to discover who is after you, we’ll deal with this weather. If it floods...don’t expect sleep anytime soon. We’ll be rescuing folks—and even pets—left and right.”

      “Let’s pray it doesn’t come to that.”

      “I am. Believe me, I am.”

      Grace finished her cup and snagged a notepad off the kitchen desk and a silver pen from Tish’s rooster-shaped pen holder.

      “Whatcha doin’?” Hollis asked.

      “I’m going to write down what I do know.” She scribbled her notes, which included two possible sets of people coming after her, the information she’d gleaned from Peter and her vague memory of him as well as who Dr. Sayer probably was based off what they’d learned from CCM.

      Making a second column, she began listing the possibilities of Grace’s identity. Soldier, former soldier, US Marshal, a protected witness, a doctor or someone in the medical field. Then she listed the more unsavory ideas.