7th Heaven
Chapter One
TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in
front of the picture window. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens
of cards decked the well-appointed living room, and apple logs
crackled in the fireplace, scenting the air as they burned.
A digitized Bing Crosby crooned "The Christmas Song."
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose ..."
Henry Jablonsky couldn't see the boys clearly. The one called Hawk
had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the
fireplace mantel, a good thing, Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.
It meant that the boys didn't want to be identified, that they were
planning to let them go. Please, God, please let us live and I'll
serve you all the days of my life.
Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree, knew that
the gun was in Hawk's waistband. He heard wrapping paper tear, saw
the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.
They'd said they weren't going to hurt them.
They said this was only a robbery.
Jablonsky had memor ... read full excerpt from: 7th Heaven ebook
