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| Southern Storm
| Rivers Edge
| Breakers Reef Newpointe 911
| Private Justice
| Shadow of Doubt
| Word of Honor
| Trial by Fire
| Line of Duty Sun Coast Chronicles
| Evidence of Mercy
| Justifiable Means
| Ulterior Motives
| Presumption of Guilt Second Chances
| Never Again Good-bye
| When Dreams Cross
| Blind Trust
| Broken Wings With Beverly LaHaye
| Seasons Under Heaven
| Showers in Season
| Times and Seasons
| Season of Blessing Novellas
Seaside
ZONDERVAN
SOUTHERN STORM
Copyright 2003 by Terri Blackstock
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Mobi Edition June 2009 ISBN: 0-310-86413-5
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Blackstock, Terri, 1957
Southern storm / Terri Blackstock.
p. cm. (Cape refuge series ; bk. 2)
ISBN-13: 978-0-310-23593-4
1. Missing personsFiction. 2. Police chiefsFiction. 3.
KidnappingFiction. 4. GeorgiaFiction. I. Title.
PS3552.L34285S68 2003
813'.54dc21
2002156134
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CONTENTS
This book is lovingly
dedicated to the Nazarene.
I ve been writing professionally for over twenty years now and long ago realized that it never gets easier. The truth is, each book is more difficult than the one before it. Fortunately, I have people in my life who help me. Id like to thank some of them now.
Thanks to my dear friends (and family) of ChiLibris, a group of Christian writers who hold me accountable and constantly challenge me to grow as a writer and as a person. Writing can be a solitary life, but ChiLibris keeps me connected to others with the same passions. I also owe a debt of gratitude to James Scott Bell, lawyer-turned-writer, for answering all of my legal questions with such patience. And again I thank Dr. Harry Kraus Jr., surgeon-turned-writer, for choreographing medical emergencies with me and helping me figure out how to write my way out of them.
A special thank-you to those at Zondervan for their excellent work in getting my books into the stores. I owe more to Dave Lambert, Sue Brower, Lori VandenBosch, Bob Hudson, and the others on the fiction team than I can say.
Thanks also to Greg Johnson, my agent, whom God seemed to drop out of the sky for me eight years ago. He is evidence to me that when I follow Gods direction, I cant go wrong.
And finally, thank you to my husband, Ken, for brainstorming with me, encouraging me, and rooting me on when the deadline looms near and my creativity seems dried up. I appreciate your constant reminders that I panic on every book, and it still usually turns out all right.
T he Georgia Weather Bureaus prophecy of fifty-mile-per-hour winds had been fulfilled and surpassed, much to Matthew Cades chagrin. As chief of the small Cape Refuge police force, Cade could do little about the ravages of the storm as it beat across the island toward Savannah. But the safety of the residents was always his concern.
Though it was two in the afternoon, the sky looked as dark as nightfall.
Lightning bolted overhead in a panoramic display of white-hot fingers, grounding on the island and splaying across the angry Atlantic. The thunder cracked in rapid crashes, and rain slatted down at an angle that made umbrellas useless and flooded some of the streets.
Cade strained to see through the windshield of his squad car. The rain pounding on his roof and his wipers slashing across his windshield made it difficult for him to hear the radio crackling on his dashboard. He turned it up.
Fender benders had been reported at three locations on Cape Refuge, and a power line was down near the condos lining the north beach.
If everyone would just stay inside, maybe they could avoid any more problems. But that never happened. On days like this, residents insisted on driving through the storm at the same speeds they used on dry, sunny days. Tornado watchers stood out on their front porches, watching the sky for funnel clouds. And the most reckless among the residents would brave the lightning and drag their surfboards out to the waves, hoping to catch a thrill in the tempest.
Cade and his police force were left to clean up the messes and head off new disasters.
The dispatchers voice crackled across the radio, and he picked up the mike. Go ahead, Sal.
Chief, theres another power line down on a road over at the dock. Somebodys going to get hurt unless you detour that traffic.
Cade sighed. All right, Im on my way.
He set the mike back in its holder and turned on his blue lights. Making a U-turn, he headed back around the southern tip of the island, then northbound toward the dock. He couldnt have residents driving over live power lines. He hoped the power company would hurry up and get its trucks out here.
The wipers swiped across his windshield, but the rain pounded too hard to give him much visibility. He strained to see.
Most cars pulled to the side of the road to let him pass. He turned on his siren to alert the others, but three or four kept their course in the lane in front of him.
Get out of the way! he yelled, pulling so close to the car in front of him that he knew one touch of its brakes would put him in the front seat with the driver.
Fortunately, the man pulled over. The other cars ahead of him still hadnt heard or seen him, so he moved up behind the next one, his siren still blaring. A block ahead, Cade saw a man standing on the opposite side of the road, seemingly oblivious to the rain pounding down on him. Passing traffic sprayed walls of water up over him, but he just stood there, watching the traffic pass.
The car in front of Cade still didnt move, so he punched his horn. The southbound lane with traffic coming toward him had cleared as drivers pulled off to the shoulder of Ocean Boulevard. He pulled around the car in front of him into the southbound lane and gently accelerated.
The man on the side of the road still stood there, drenched and undaunted. Cade knew that, as he passed, his tires in the water would spray him. Why didnt the man move?
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