Prologue
It was after midnight on June 30, 1996, but even so there was a yellow glow behind
the sheer curtains framing two small windows on the top floor of 1718 Washington
Street in Wilmington, Delaware. That was unusual. The young woman who lived in the
third-floor walk-up was known to be an early riser, the first one to arrive at her
job, and was almost always in bed well before the eleven-o'clock news flashed on the
little television that sat on the radiator near her bed. If the sixty-watt bulbs
behind the lacy curtains were whirling red and blue lights, they could not have
signaled more alarm to those who knew her patterns.
Silhouettes moved past the windows. There were people in the room, pacing, staring
out at the dark street below and the little park beyond, drinking yet another cup of
black coffee. Sleep was not an option for any of those who waited there for a knock,
a call, anything that might reassure them that the burgeoning dread they felt was
only the result of their overactive imaginations.
Fear often begins with the slightest niggle that something taken for granted can no
longer be trusted. A slice of a shadow darkens a spot that only a moment before ... read full excerpt from: And Never Let Her Go: Thomas Capano The Deadly Seducer ebook
