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Don't Tell
Karen Rose
Forever (2004)
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★★★★☆

From Publishers Weekly

Since escaping her abusive cop husband and moving to Chicago seven years earlier, Mary Grace Winters has reinvented herself. With the help of a safe house for battered women, she changed her name to Caroline Stewart and her son's to Tom and secured a secretarial position at Carrington College. But unbeknownst to Caroline, her husband is on her trail, determined to reclaim his son and kill anyone who stands in his way. Meanwhile, Caroline struggles to live a normal life and open her heart to the love of a good man, Max Hunter. A handsome history professor and former NBA star, Max still bears physical and emotional scars from a long-ago car crash. But as their whirlwind romance progresses, enhanced by generous doses of steamy sex, Max realizes that Caroline's reluctance to commit stems from her past fears, not repulsion over his injury. Despite one stormy scene, in which Caroline and Max fling insults at each other and compare scars, first-time author Rose handles her subject matter well. She informs without preaching and allows her characters to sort through their emotions in a mature manner. As gripping as a cold hand on the back of one's neck, but tempered by lovable characters and a moving romance, this assured debut bodes well for Rose's future books.
Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Product Description

It was a desperate plan. But Mary Grace Winters knew the only way to save herself and her child from her abusive cop husband was to stage their own death. Now all that remains of their former life is at the bottom of a lake. Armed with a new identity in a new town, she and her son have found refuge hundreds of miles away. As Caroline Stewart, she has almost forgotten the nightmare she left behind nine years ago. She is even taking a chance on love with Max Hunter, a man with wounds of his own. But her past is about to collide with the present when her husband uncovers her trail and threatens her hard-won peace. Step by step, he's closing in on her- and everything and everyone she loves.

Karen Rose - Don't Tell

Prologue

Asheville, North Carolina,

Nine years earlier

The sounds were soothing. The gentle beep of the monitors, the quiet scrape of nurses’ shoes on the tiled floor, muted voices in the corridors. She was lulled away from the pain into a restless sleep. Safe, she thought as she drifted away.

„Where’s my wife? I have to see my wife!“

The frantic voice startled Mary Grace from her doze. She tried to open her eyes then remembered they were still swollen shut. He’s here.

Someone had detained him. Someone with a deep voice that carried across the small room. Perhaps the doctor. Yes, that must be it.

„You need to go slowly, Officer Winters. Your wife needs you to be calm.“

„What happened? Let me go! I’ve got to see Mary Grace!“

„Your wife has had a serious accident. She doesn’t look very good.“

„What…“ She heard him clear his throat. „How bad is she hurt?“

Mary Grace strained to hear. How bad was she hurt? The sharp pain in her head and arm threatened to fill her consciousness. The rest of her body felt numb. Probably the painkillers, she thought, battling the fog that loomed.

„She has a broken arm, so severely broken we had to pin it in two places. Her right leg is broken. We had to pin it as well, right above the knee. Multiple contusions on her face and to the back of her head. She has a deep cut over her eye. A fraction of an inch lower and she might have lost her eye.“

Mary Grace fought the shudder. It hurt far too much to jar her head, even involuntarily.

„But she’ll be all right.“ She heard the desperation in her husband’s voice.

The long pause set Mary Grace’s heart racing.

„She’ll be all right, won’t she? Dammit, Doctor, tell me the truth!“

Yes, please do, Mary Grace thought. And hurry. The numbness was already enveloping her once more.

„Your wife fell down a flight of stairs, Officer Winters. She fractured her back at the ninth vertebrae. She lay there unconscious a long time, her spinal cord pinched.“

„Oh my God.“

Her racing heart went still. It was a moment before she took another breath, and that one was forced.

„She has… there is some paralysis.“

Oh my God, Mary Grace thought. Oh my God.

„Is it… permanent?“

„That’s hard to say at this stage. We need to let the swelling subside, then we’ll get a spinal cord injury specialist in from Raleigh to take a good look at your wife.“

„Can… can I see her?“

„Only for a few minutes. I’ll just wait here.“

She could hear him shuffle into the hospital room, his cowboy boots rasping against the tile. Then she could smell him, that intense aftershave he’d always worn. Then she could feel his heat as his large body hunkered down.

„Gracie,“ he said sorrowfully. „Mary Grace, what have you done to yourself, honey?“ His big fingers brushed over the back of her hand, sending chills up the back of her neck. Then he was leaning forward, his lips brushing against her cheek. His mustache tickled her skin as he kissed his way from her cheek to her ear.

Then it came. She’d been waiting, knowing it would come. The knowing never lessened the dread.

„One word,“ he breathed into her ear, so low no one would be able to hear. „One word from your idiot mouth and next time I’ll finish the job, I swear t’God.“ He nuzzled, his lips seemingly caressing her outer ear. „Understand?“

Mary Grace managed to tilt her pounding head enough to please him and he straightened, his hand passing over her hair, imperceptibly tightening to yank. Nausea rolled through her stomach.

„Oh, Gracie, darlin’. I just can’t stand to see you this way.“

Her body instinctively shrank from his mournful tone, aching with every clench of her muscles.

„That’s all the time you have today, Officer Winters. Why don’t you just go on back to the station and we’ll call you if there’s any change? Or better yet, go on home.“

„I will.“ His heavy sigh rent the air. „Where’s the boy?“

Her racing heart jittered to a stop once again. Robbie. Where was Robbie? A dim memory mocked. Robbie, holding her hand, begging her not to die, begging her to wait for the ambulance. Was that this time or the time before? She struggled against the mind-numbing effects of the medication, needing to know who had her son.

„He’s with the hospital social worker. He found her, you know. That kind of shock can cause a great emotional trauma in a boy his age.“

Rob’s harsh voice carried across the room. He’s standing by the doctor now, she thought. He’s leaving. He‘ll be alone with my son. „He’s a strong boy. He’ll survive.“

Mary Grace felt her hands grip the sheet, twist it until her fingers ached. Detached. She felt detached from her own mind. Helpless in her own body. He’ll survive. He has to. Please, Robbie, just hang on 'till I can get home.

And then life will be different. She would protect herself. She would protect her son. She vowed Rob Winters would never hurt them again. But how?

I’ll find a way.

 

Chapter One

 

Present day

DouglasLake, East Tennessee

Sunday, March 4

9:30 a.m.

 

 

„God, I hate this part of the job. How the hell can you possibly eat at a time like this?“

Hutchins looked out at the placid morning calm of DouglasLake, thought about the body they’d inevitably pull out and the stupidity of the waste. He finished the rest of his doughnut with the even keel of the veteran sheriff he was. „Because I won’t feel like eating when they pull out that kid. Might as well not starve.“ He threw a sympathetic glance at the green face of his newest recruit. „You’ll get used to it, boy. Unfortunately, you’ll get used to it.“

McCoy shook his head. „You’d think they’d know better.“

„Kids don’t ever ‘know better.’ You’ll get used to that, too. Especially when they’re on spring break. I expect to pull another couple out of the lake before the whole season’s over.“

„I suppose I’ll need to tell the parents when it’s over.“

Hutchins shrugged and lit a cigarette. „You started it, boy. You might as well finish it, too. Not my favorite task, either, but you have to learn to break the bad news.“

McCoy focused on the boat slowly pulling the grappling hook across the lake floor. „They’re still hoping we’ll find him alive somewhere. I swear t’God, Hutch – how can parents hold out hope like that? Those other boys told it clear enough. They were drinkin’ and foolin’ around and the kid wrecks his jet ski. They watched him sink.“

Hutchins dragged on the cigarette, let out the stream of smoke on a sigh. „Kids are stupid. I keep telling you this. But parents – “ He shook his gray head. „They hope. They’ll hope until you make them identify his body in the morgue.“

„Whatever’s left of it,“ McCoy grumbled.

„Hey, Tyler.“ The words came crackling from McCoy’s radio.

„Hey, Wendell,“ McCoy answered, swallowing the bile that rose at the thought of what Wendell’s hook was about to bring up. „Whatcha got?“

„Well, it’s no body, that’s for damn sure.“

Hutchins grabbed the radio. „What’re you talkin’ about, boy?“

„It’s a car, Sheriff.“

Hutchins snorted. „There’s enough cars down there to fill a used car lot. My great-granny’s house is down there, too.“ All that shit was leftover from the TVA’s flooding of the area when they built the dams in the 1930s. Everybody knew that.

„Yeah, all Model T’s. This one’s newer. Looks like a late eighties Ford. There’s a little kid’s backpack in the back seat – one of those Mutant Ninja Turtles things. We’re bringing it in.“

„Damn.“ Hutchins ground his cigarette under his heel. „If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Bring it in, then keep looking for the boy.“

 

Asheville, North Carolina

Sunday, March 4

11: 50 PM.

 

„Motha’fucka’.“ The boy gasped. „Sonofabitch.“

Rob Winters stared dispassionately at the young boy whose eyes had already begun to roll back in his head. Shame, that. He’d thought the boy would have more spine. At fourteen he himself had been able to take his old man’s beatings with his head held high. He applied more pressure to the dark-skinned hand he had trapped in a vise grip. Just a hair more. The boy moaned again, sagging back against the alley wall with enough force to produce an audible crack when his wooly head with its ridiculous braids struck the brick.

„I don’t know nothin’. I tol’ you that already.“ The boy sucked in a breath, tried to yank his hand away. „You can let me go. I swear I won’t be goin’ to no cops. I swear it, man. On my mamma’s grave.“

Winters’s lip curled derisively. „I’d bet a month’s worth of your mamma’s food stamps that she is very much alive and if you want to stay alive with her, you’ll tell me what I want to know.“ Winters’s voice was still low and calm, a striking contrast to the gasping cries coming from the boy’s swollen, bloody lips. „Alonzo Jones. Where is he?“

The boy struggled, but Winters held him firmly against the alley wall. He whimpered, but Winters only tightened his bone-crushing grip. Winters leaned close to the boy’s head so that his lips grazed his ear. „Listen, boy, and listen real good because I only plan to tell you this once. I need to know where to find Alonzo Jones and you need to keep the use of your hand. If I tighten just a little more, you’ll have permanent nerve damage. That’ll cause you problems next time you decide to knock off an all-night convenience store.“

The boy’s eyes grew wide, the whites of his eyes shining bright in the darkness. „I didn’t do no store, man. I swear it. Goddammit!“ The last came out on a shrill note as Winters tightened his grip another notch.

„You did it all right. We have you on video, boy. You and that gang you run with headed by one Mr. Alonzo Jones. Now you can come along with me to the station and tell us all about stickin’ a knife in a sixty-two-year-old unarmed white man or you can tell me where I can find Alonzo Jones. I want him more than I want to see your sorry ass rot-tin’ away in jail.“

The boy licked his bloody lip and his eyes went narrow with hate. „You’re a cop? Shit, man. I don’t need to talk to you. I don’t need to talk to nobody but my lawyer. Police brutality. I know you white cops like to beat on us black folk.“ He leaned back against the wall, sweat beading on his upper lip as he tried to pull his hand free. „Yo’ ass is gonna roast.“

Winters smiled and took pleasure watching the hate in the boy’s eyes swing back to fear. He squeezed. Hard. And cocked his head to be able to hear the sound of popping cartilage over the boy’s shrieks.

„Motha’fuckin’ sonofabitch!“

„Some vocabulary that sainted mother of yours lets you keep. Jones. Now.“

The boy sagged again, his knees hitting the asphalt. „With his woman.“

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