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She knew she was capable of killing that bastard, but had she? There were many people who could have wanted her father dead. Yes, that was it.

She probably had been. She had to stay focused on the present. She looked out the Greyhound window at the small town the bus was going through. Ugly gray exhaust spewed out the back of the bus.

She bet the locals loved that. They were driving along Highway southwest.

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She would take any safe time she could get. No one knew about her aunt, no one.

She was terrified that the young Marine would get off after her when she stepped down from the bus at the junction of Highways and A. No one did. She tamped down her fear. He just wanted to flirt, not hurt her. She thought he had lousy taste in women. She watched for cars, but none were coming from either direction.

She looked like a hippie, a colorful scarf wrapped around her long, curling, dark hair, huge gold hoops dangling from her ears, her skirt ankle-length and painted all in dark blues and browns.

She was wearing blue sneakers. Her face was strong, her cheekbones high and prominent, her chin sharp, her eyes dark and intelligent.

Actually, she was the most beautiful woman Sally had ever seen. And frightened. Then, of course, she knew.

She had known deep down that she would come. Thick, waving dark-blond hair tumbled down to her shoulders. Not many people do anymore. The woman was shaking her head back and forth, those dazzling earrings slapping against her neck.

You know how she is. Is your mama all right?

Can I stay here, Aunt Amabel, just for a little while? Just until I can think of something, make some plans?

Look at that black wig and all that makeup on your face. Why, baby? The endearment undid her. I promise you, everything will be all right now. I wanted to take care of you then. Come on, baby. They just kept dripping down her face, ruining the god-awful thick black mascara.

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She even tasted it, and when she swiped her hand over her face it came away with black streaks. She took out the green-colored contacts. With the crying, they hurt. I always put a drop of brandy in mine. How old are you now, Sally?

She shook her head, smiled, and said, not lying well, "It was just a way of speaking, Aunt Amabel. Amabel sat her niece down in the kitchen at her old pine table that had three magazines under one leg to keep it steady. Her face was strong, her cheekbones high and prominent, her chin sharp, her eyes dark and intelligent.

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Actually, she was the most beautiful woman Sally had ever seen. And frightened. Then, of course, she knew. She had known deep down that she would come. Thick, waving dark-blond hair tumbled down to her shoulders. Not many people do anymore. You know how she is. Is your mama all right? Can I stay here, Aunt Amabel, just for a little while? Just until I can think of something, make some plans? Look at that black wig and all that makeup on your face.

Why, baby? I promise you, everything will be all right now. I wanted to take care of you then. Come on, baby. They just kept dripping down her face, ruining the god-awful thick black mascara. She even tasted it, and when she swiped her hand over her face it came away with black streaks.

She took out the green-colored contacts. With the crying, they hurt. I always put a drop of brandy in mine. How old are you now, Sally? She shook her head, smiled, and said, not lying well, "It was just a way of speaking, Aunt Amabel. She put the kettle on the gas burner and turned it on. Amabel said, "I always pour the brandy in first. It soaks into the tea bag and makes the flavor stronger. This bottle"she lifted the Christian Brothers"is going on its third month.

Not bad. I was really careful. I imagine you know that everyone is after me. But I managed to get away. As far as I know, no one knows about you. Noelle never told a soul. Sally sat quietly, watching Amabel move around her small kitchen, each action smoothand efficient. She was graceful, this aunt of hers in her hippie clothes. She looked at those strong hands, the long fingers, the short, buffed nails painted an awesome bright red.

Amabel was an artist, she remembered that now. Amabel was dark as a gypsy, while Noelle was blond and fair-complexioned, blue-eyed and soft as a pillow.

Like me, Sally thought. She was hard as a brick. She waited, expecting Amabel to whip out a deck of cards and tell her fortune. Retrieved Authors on the Web. Archived from the original on The Romance Reader. Authority control BNE: XX BNF: Retrieved from " https: Hidden categories: Namespaces Article Talk. Views Read Edit View history. This page was last edited on 4 November , at Frankly it wore me out a little. I realize that this was the first book, but yikes.

Preview — Insidious by Catherine Coulter. Little did she knew that it would become highly life threatening for her as well as for her friends too. It is really hard when an author removes an element from the plot that you have grown to really love.

Her father was a painter and singer, and her mother is a retired concert pianist. And don't get me started on the bad guys who are practically twirling their mustaches. They work well together but even so, more actresses die before they find the killer. Sherlock and Savich are called in when Venus Rasmussen, famous eighty-year-old billionaire entrepreneur, suspects I know some readers will disagree but I was so relieved that this book broke just a bit from the more recent formula.