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plaything. Some of the men she claimed were Americans.”
    Christy’s eyes widened. “Americans?”
    “Yes.”
    “Military men?”
    “No, dignitaries. Men in power. She even said one was an American senator, although she never knew his name.” More tears formed in the woman’s eyes. “Bonita said he was one of the most abusive.”
    Christy took a huge sip of her lemonade thinking this woman really did have a wild imagination. “Do you know what you’re saying, Mrs. Patterson?”
    The woman nodded slowly, sadly. “Yes, I know what I’m saying, which is the reason I know all of this is a cover-up by our government. I was told by one FBI agent that Bonita is probably someplace alive and doesn’t want to be found, but I know that’s not true. I also know that everyone thinks my ability to communicate to my daughter from the grave might sound crazy, but it’s the truth. I think I may have inherited psychic powers from my grandmother. Bonita comes to me in my dreams, and although she knows it’s too late for her, she’s trying to reach out and save the others.”
    Morganna Patterson reached out and took Christy’s hand in hers. For several moments an air of sadness, desperation, and hopelessness hovered in the room. Christy couldn’t help but see the heartfelt plea in the desolate eyes locked with hers. “Will you help me save them, Miss Madaris? Will you help me save all the others?”
     

 
     

CHAPTER 3
     

 
     

     
      Christy inhaled sharply when she glanced through the peep-hole in her door. She couldn’t believe that after all she’d said to Alex last night he would come back. She assumed he had left town to return to Houston that day. Evidently she’d been wrong on both counts.
    She frowned. Apparently she hadn’t made herself clear to him. She didn’t need him snooping around on her brothers’ behalf, and she most certainly didn’t need him rehashing that night he had crushed her pride. It was over, done with. That time had passed and she wanted to get on with her life without any thoughts of him in it.
    Her session with Morganna Patterson had lasted longer than planned. She had decided that unlike the other reporters she would not file the woman’s story away and forget about it. Tomorrow she intended to go back over the file to see if there was anything in it worth checking out.
    The doorbell rang again, grabbing Christy’s attention. She wondered if she didn’t answer the door Alex would assume she wasn’t home. She shook her head. That was a coward’s way out and the one thing she wasn’t was a coward. She snatched open the door.
    “Why are you here, Alex?”
    Without waiting for an invitation, he walked past her. “We don’t want to give your neighbors anything to talk about, do we?”
    Alex turned and took note of the outfit she was wearing, a rather short skirt and a pullover blouse. He always thought she had a gorgeous pair of legs and remembered that she had been a majorette while at Howard University. Her vibrant reddish brown hair, her most noticeable feature, caught his attention again tonight. The way she had it styled around her face and shoulders totally accented her toasted almond–colored skin. “You look nice, by the way. Another date tonight?”
    Christy slammed the door shut, her facial features taut and her glare as icy as the North Pole. “Yes, and what’s it to you? Do I need to call my brothers to let them know you’ve done your snooping and it’s time to call you home?”
    Alex stared at Christy. “I thought I made myself clear last night when I said I’m not here because of your brothers.”
    Christy placed her hands on her hips and stared back. “That’s right. You claim there’s this unfinished business between us. OK, then let’s finish it so you can catch a plane back to Texas and get out of my life.”
    Alex met her glare. “There’s no way we can finish this tonight, and as far as me getting out of your life, you can forget it.”
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