Deceit (33 page)
Authors: Brandilyn Collins
And I needed to look within myself, through God’s eyes, and root out any deceit that lingered in
me
. I didn’t know what that would do to my work. How do you skip trace without pretexting once in a while? (Pretexting—such a benign word for lying.) Perry said I was “catching the bad guys,” so it shouldn’t bother me. “Cops lie during interrogations,” he told me. “Sometimes they
have
to—to see justice done. You saw that happen with Trovky.”
But was God okay with that?
One thing I did know. If I opened my heart to God’s leading, he would show me any deceit he wanted me to shed.
For fifteen more minutes I sat at Linda’s grave. Praying silently. Talking aloud to her. Telling her how much I missed her.
“Well.” I took a deep breath. Tilted my head toward blue sky. “I should be going. I’ll be back soon.” I struggled to my feet. Brushed off my clothing. “Perry’s coming over for dinner.”
A regular occurrence these days—at least twice a week. Perry had hired new help at the store. So he could spend more time with me, he said.
Not such a bad thing, I thought as I walked away from my best friend’s resting place.
Besides, the smart man always brought Jelly Bellies.
Dear Reader:
Thank you for taking yet another Seatbelt Suspense® ride with me. I hope I’ve entertained you as well as raised some provocative questions in your mind about man’s natural tendency toward deceit. Some willfully dwell in it; some dabble. Others allow themselves to be pulled in, then can’t seem to escape. Thank God that he is able to deliver us from all manner of deception, if only we will allow him to do so.
And now I must thank some very helpful folks.
First, the usual suspects. The Zondervan team, ranging from editor Sue Brower to copy editor Bob Hudson, and all the assistants and proofreaders and marketing people along the way. Julee Schwarzburg, freelance editor, made this a far better book than its original draft. Thank you, Julee!
In my research for the field of skip tracing, I ran across Robert Scott’s
Skiptrace Seminar.com—The e-Book
. Scott, owner of Inter-Agency Investigations in Los Angeles, deserves credit for his detailed work, from which I drew much information. Tips on how to disappear were culled from skip tracer Frank M. Ahearn’s site.
Mike Carlson, retired ER doctor, was a great sport in answering my medical questions. Doc, thanks for allowing me to interrupt a very nice dinner party for a visual lesson in how to fatally stab someone in the back.
Brandilyn Collins
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Fine wisps wound themselves around her fingers.
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