KILLER STORY
When army journalist Casey Jordan’s attacked, she’s convinced it’s a random mugging—until a killer comes after the military team she’s interviewing. But who’s the real target: Casey or her ex—staff sergeant Travis Heath? Despite an attraction that still lingers, Travis pushed Casey away months ago, convinced military life leaves no room for attachments. But when the attacks grow increasingly personal, Travis begins to question his chosen path. As the targets of a killer’s vendetta, though, it could be too late to make up for lost time...because he and Casey may not have a future to share.
Travis couldn’t shake the prickly feeling of being watched.
If he and Casey were still together, he’d have suggested a quick run to the coast, a dinner of sandwiches and soda while they dug their toes in the sand. It was half on his tongue to ask, but probably wasn’t a smart idea.
“You look like you’re plotting something.” Casey had stopped at the edge of the brick sidewalk and was eyeballing him like she really could read his thoughts.
That would be scary.
He looked both ways, waiting for a break in traffic. “Me? Plotting? Not at all.”
An older Nissan 280ZX stopped half a block away and flashed its lights.
Travis and Casey both threw a wave of thanks and stepped into the street, aiming for Travis’s truck on the other side.
A sudden squeal tore the air.
Adrenaline crashed through him in a lightning jolt of pain as the Nissan roared straight for them.
When I was little, we were vacationing at the beach. My mom found a piece of sea glass. Sand and surf had smoothed the bumps and edges of a broken Coke bottle.
She handed it to me and said, “We’re like this glass. We start out broken from sin. Jesus is like the waves and the sand, making us shiny and beautiful.”
It was a lesson I’ve always remembered. The greatest thing Mom taught me was God is in everything, and He is everywhere. If we wait for Him, He will reveal Himself.
I like to think she learned that from my grandmother, who once called and said, “I was making the bed, and the way the light came through the window and hit the bedspread... I sat down and cried, because I felt how much God loves me.”
Funny thing is, I’ve stood in our kitchen—which used to be hers—as the light fell over the butcher-block island and felt that same thing.
God loves you right where you are. He is a Zephaniah 3:17 God: “The Lord your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”
I hope you will take a few minutes alone with Him and let Him tell you how much He loves you!
I also hope you will drop by and say hello over at www.jodiebailey.com or at [email protected]. I’d love to hear how you’ve seen God in the small things, too!
Jodie
JODIE BAILEY writes novels about freedom and the heroes who fight for it. Her novel Crossfire won a 2015 RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. She is convinced a camping trip to the beach with her family, a good cup of coffee and a great book can cure all ills. Jodie lives in North Carolina with her husband, her daughter and two dogs.
Calculated Vendetta
Jodie Bailey
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There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment.
He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
—1 John 4:18
To Mom, who taught me to see God in all things, big and small. Because of you, I see Him everywhere I go.
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