GODDESS OF THE MOON (A Diana Racine Psychic Suspense)
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Authors: Polly Iyer
Polly
Iyer
geographical
references. I hope no one is offended by the liberties I’ve taken under artistic license. Any resemblance to persons either living or dead is purely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.
Cover design by Polly
Iyer
Goddess of the Moon
Copyright © 201
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by Polly
Iyer
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The Star and the Crescent Moon
The Pink Room in the Pink House
The Night of the Crescent Moon
Fear, the Consequence of Truth
Th
e Snatch
K
idnapping
babies
used to be
easier
.
He’d check the charts to
be sure he had the right
baby
and wait for t
he perfect moment
. Then
a
snip of the
plastic
bracelet
,
sli
de
the baby
into the
satchel in the
cleaning cart
,
and
out the
employees’
door.
No one paid attention to a hospital janitor.
Now
,
impossible-to-remove
bar coding and electronic devices
on the bab
ies
ignited a firestorm of
alarms
that rivaled warnings of
an enemy attack
on the homeland.
He’d been careful breaking into the houses.
One
reported
kidnapping wasn’t even his.
The
propitious theft kept the police from
determining
a pattern
.
After
the mother and child
left
the hospital,
he’d
watched the house for days, s
afely out of sight
. This evening
, t
he
parents
had
show
n
off the
infant
to their guests,
then
put her down in
the
n
ursery.
He saw no activity at the house
next door.
Another perfect moment
.
Bushes hid the low wind
ow
. He
donned latex gloves,
pushed up the screen
,
and inserted a pry bar into the sliver between the window sash and the outer sill
on the right, then
on
the left.
A
lternat
ing
sides
,
he pried
upward
until he’d exerted
enough force to break the latch
. He
raised the window
and
ho
isted himself
inside
.
The little
treasure
slept soundly, making those sweet baby noises he loved.
H
e plucked a
small
plastic bag from
the padded satchel
slung over his shoulder
,
unzipped it
,
and extracted a square of gauze soaked with sweet wine
. He
touched
it
to
the baby’s lips
, and s
he drew on her natural instincts to suck. Not too much, he cautioned himself
―j
ust enough to act as an anesthesia,
a
technique rabbis used during a Jewish boy’s circumcisio
n. He
gingerly placed her inside
the satchel
and
cooed, “Sleep, beautiful one.”
