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The pain wrenched Kate from sleep.
A sharp stabbing sensation in her hand—and the feeling that she wasn't alone in the room.
"Jeanette?"
No answer.
Terrified, she rolled over and fumbled for the switch on the bedside lamp. Finally she found it and turned it on. She blinked in the sudden glare and scanned the room.
Empty. But she'd been so sure…
The bedroom door stood open. From down the hall came a sound… the click of the study door closing. And locking.
Kate looked at her stinging hand and found a small drop of blood leaking from a puncture wound in her palm.