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Chapter 11

Elsa Prescott sat up in bed.  Cocking her head to the side, she listened.  She’d heard a voice.  Was someone in the house? 

Grabbing the baseball bat that was hidden beneath her bed, she slipped her feet into the slippers she kept positioned for easy access, donned her robe as quickly as she could, and tipped-toed out of her bedroom into the grand hallway of her huge turn of the century Coronado Island home. The floor boards creaked under her weight as she reached the top of the stairs.  She stood as still as she could while she waited to see if whoever was intruding in her house had heard her.

All was silent.

She moved across the landing to the rooms on the other side and slowly peeked into each doorway. Charles was sleeping peacefully in his crib and the other bedrooms were empty. 

Time to check downstairs.

She held her breath, hoping the thick, imported oriental runner that she’d installed down the cente

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