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Revealing Evidence

Revealing Evidence

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Published by Krista Heiser
Hannah has allied herself with local FBI agents in a quest to identify online predators. Experience has taught her to keep a distance from the families of the men she's helped convict, but some people are more determined than others to make contact. When Hannah finds herself faced with one such wife, she discovers a wellspring of compassion inside herself she didn't know existed.
Hannah has allied herself with local FBI agents in a quest to identify online predators. Experience has taught her to keep a distance from the families of the men she's helped convict, but some people are more determined than others to make contact. When Hannah finds herself faced with one such wife, she discovers a wellspring of compassion inside herself she didn't know existed.

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Published by: Krista Heiser on Jan 06, 2009
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Revealing EvidenceHannah tossed her coat and other winter accessoriesonto the rose-colored Queen Anne chair near the door beforereaching down to ruffle Abigail’s golden fur. The dogpranced around her feet, following her through theapartment’s east facing living room. Slipping her blousefree of the black skirt she wore, she spotted the flashingred light of the answering machine.“Please don’t delete this message. This is AngelaAdams, Phillip Adams’ wife.” The two names together invokedan image of a petite, dark-haired woman and her burly,somewhat unkempt, husband. “I really need to talk to you,Mrs. Sinclair. It’s important. More important than youknow. Please call me at..”Hannah hit the delete button, cutting off the otherwoman’s desperate voice. The first e-mail from AngelaAdams had arrived almost a month ago in Hannah’s inbox.When she hadn’t responded to the message, letters andpostcards had appeared in her mailbox a few weeks later.Eventually she had stopped reading them. Yet, listening to
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the pleading and begging on the answering machine did whatthe other messages had not, they weakened Hannah’s resolve.Years of experience warned her to keep a healthydistance from the wives and other family members of thepedophiles she helped the FBI find and prosecute. In thoserare instances when she had been asked to appear in court,she had been subjected to both physical and verbal abuse.Not that all of the begging, pleading, and threateninghad happened in court. Angela Adams wasn’t the firstfamily member who had ever tried to contact her. Wives,girlfriends, and even a few mothers had tried to make herrecant her testimony. She had been able to ignore thebribes, but the threats had been enough to make her takecertain safety precautions, like getting an unlisted numberand adopting Abigail, a golden retriever she had saved fromthe pound.Somehow Angela Adams had unearthed her privatelisting, though.What Hannah found truly curious, though, was the factthat Angela hadn’t contacted her during the early days ofher husband’s arrest and consequent imprisonment. The manhad already served three years, which is why his wife’srecent correspondence made little sense in Hannah’s mind.
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“Looks like we’re going to have to get our numberchanged again, girl,” Hannah said to Abigail. She’d callthe phone company in the morning. As she made her way toher bedroom, she wondered how the woman had been able toleave her a voicemail message. Surely no one she workedwith would have given out her number and her family kept itmore closely guarded than Hannah herself did.Trying to push the Adamses from her mind, Hannahchanged her clothes. When she finished she glanced over atAbigail, who sat in the doorway with her leash in hermouth, her golden brown eyes intent on Hannah’s face.She ruffled the dog’s hair as she snapped the lead inplace. “You’ve been trapped in here all day, haven’t you?Poor baby. Let’s go for a walk.”Ten minutes later Hannah led her fifty-five poundcompanion out of the building and across Morningside Drive.The wide cement steps leading down into the park werecovered in a light dusting of snow that Abigail didn’t seemto notice.Chilled despite layers of winter apparel, Hannah urgedthe dog to hurry about her business. As Abigail’s noseworked through the thin accumulation of snow at thesidewalk’s edge, Hannah scanned the park. Few people had
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