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you.”
    â€œDon’t thank me. The door is always open to anyone in need as long as they’re willing to work.”
    Samantha nodded. It was a well-known fact that cabbies came and went at Oz all the time. Not many stayed longer than a few months, and like her, some were waiting, some were in transit and some just needed a place to call home for a while. And as they left, there was always a new face to replace them.
    â€œYou have to go now, don’t you?”
    Samantha nodded. “Yes, I think so.”
    â€œThe Lord told me that you needed to be here for however long it takes. Trust him. He’ll light your path.”
    Samantha smiled and nodded her appreciation. “I wish I had your faith, Auntie Em.”
    â€œI’m a God-fearing woman, but I wasn’t always as you see me. If or when you need me, call. You’d be surprised at the folks I still call family.” Samantha nodded soberly. “And remember, we’re born into a family, but family isn’t always just by blood. I have a friend who I haven’t seen in near thirty years, but in my heart she’s still my sister, my family, and you never turn your back on family, no matter what the cause. Family is forever.”
    Samantha knew that to be true. It was something her mother and father always said: Family is forever. And being raised on that mantra, she knew that when trouble came, her family would be there for her. “Thank you, I’ll remember that.”
    Emily nodded her assurance. “Be safe and remember, there’s no place like home.”
    â€œI’ll remember. ’Bye, Auntie Em,” Samantha said softly as she looked after Emily, seeing that she got back into the garage safely. She spared one last thorough look around, then turned and got in her car and pressed the lock down securely.
    She read the name on the back of the envelope again, printed small and in the lower corner. With trembling fingers she opened the envelope and read the note inside. It was concise and to the point, telling her exactly what she needed to do to find Eric. It was signed Lincoln. She tipped the envelope over and pulled out a first-class ticket and read the date, time and destination.
    She looked up slowly, then without moving her head glanced around the immediate area. At one in the morning it was nearly deserted. She glanced over to the police precinct across the street from the cab company.
    The location was an unlikely choice for someone trying to be invisible or disappear, but she remembered her father’s words well: “Hide in plain sight. No one ever looks in their own backyard.”
    A few uniformed police officers stood outside talking. She replaced the contents of the envelope, stuffed it in her backpack, then started the car and pulled off slowly as if nothing was wrong, waving casually. The two officers returned her gesture as a third joined them and they walked into the building together.
    Sixty minutes later, after stopping at her rented apartment for her overseas package and four ATMs, she parked her car in the bus terminal overnight parking lot. She signed her name on the back of her car-registration form, jotted a quick note and stuffed both in the glove compartment. She hurried through the terminal, purchased a one-way ticket and begged a blank envelope from the information desk. She addressed the envelope, dropped her car and apartment keys inside, sealed and mailed it, then hopped onto the next departing bus headed west.
    Her cell phone rang. After reading the quick text message, she eased back into the seat, closed her eyes and waited for the next move.

Chapter 2
    T he effect of working double-digit hours seven days a week had finally taken a toll on him. He was exhausted. He felt empty inside, no excitement, no joy, just empty. And now, after a particularly stressful day, there was finally a moment of peace as Jackson Daley sat in his office chair and swiveled around to face the