Love Inspired Suspense September 2015 #1 Read Online Free PDF

died at the hands of this madman. The more I think about what happened, the more I get the feeling I know something.”
    â€œShh.” Jesse scanned the hallway leading out of the building. “We’ll talk when we arrive at your house. I don’t want anyone overhearing us. We haven’t released your name to the press. The bomber doesn’t know who the survivors are.” If that truly was the case, then the waitress died naturally.
    He waited until he brought the car around and assisted Lydia into the front passenger seat to tell her about the death of the waitress. He didn’t want a public reaction to the news.
    On the drive to her house, after a long silence, Jesse stopped at a red light and looked at Lydia. “I didn’t want to say anything until we were alone, but the waitress died last night. An autopsy is being performed to determine the cause of death.”
    â€œYou don’t think her death is a result of the bomb explosion?”
    â€œProbably. She was in more critical condition than you were, but she had been responding to treatment and improving so I can’t say for sure.”
    â€œWhat does the press know?”
    â€œHow many died in the blast and that there were four survivors. No names at this time because we were still identifying victims and notifying family. That will change now since everyone is accounted for.”
    Lydia stared out the windshield. “You think I might be in danger?”
    â€œI hope not, but it’s a possibility if the bomber thinks you can ID him. That’s why we won’t release your name, but the press have their ways of finding out.”
    â€œI can’t. Yet. But what if I did see him and I can’t remember?”
    â€œYou suffered a head trauma. Not remembering, especially right away, isn’t uncommon. Don’t force yourself. If you have any information, it’ll come to you in time.”
    â€œAre you sure you work for the police? I’d think you should be pushing me to remember right now.”
    When the light turned green, he threw her a half grin and pressed on the accelerator. “I know you. Force won’t work.”
    â€œI’ve been trying, and I can remember a few bits like how Melinda looked when she heard the laugh track, how I felt when I did. After that nothing and not much else before other than remembering Bree thankfully left ten minutes before the bomb went off.”
    â€œYes, I talked with Bree. She remembered some of the people we found in the rubble.”
    â€œLunch was starting. The door opened and closed—four times after she was gone.” She shifted toward him. “I just thought of that.”
    He glanced at her smile, which lit her whole face. He’d always loved seeing her grin from deep inside her. “See. It will come.”
    â€œI feel like I need to remember right now because someone else might die if he strikes again.”
    â€œWe’re interviewing a lot of people who were there earlier or on that street sometime that morning. You’re not our only hope.”
    Jesse pulled into her driveway, the same house he would pick her up at as a teenager. A memory flashed into his mind—of kissing her on the front porch. Eons ago when he was a different person. His chest tightened. He wouldn’t go down that path again.
    â€œI’ll see you to your door.”
    â€œWill you stay until Kate comes home from school?”
    â€œI—I...” He didn’t want to be with her any more than necessary, but one look into her pale face and he couldn’t say no. “Fine. When does she get home? I’ll need to let Thomas know what I’m doing.”
    Lydia checked the clock on the dashboard. “No more than an hour. She carpools with a few friends.”
    As they walked slowly toward the house, Jesse just thought of something. “How are you going to get in? Your purse was destroyed by the bomb.”
    She slipped