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Edge of the Heat 3
Edge of the Heat, Volume 3
Lisa Ladew
Published by Lisa Ladew, 2014.
Edge of the Heat 3
By Lisa Ladew
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or
organizations, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Lisa Ladew
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
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Dedication/Acknowledgements
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Chapter 1
Vivian ran as fast as she could, legs pumping, closing the distance between herself and the road in
record time. In all her years of high school track, she’d never run this fast. But she’d never been
chased by a madman before. Never been responsible for whether her sister lived or died before.
She listened for the gunshots behind her. Knowing if they came, she would again be sisterless. She
pushed herself harder, the dust from the cracked ground tearing at her throat. It didn’t matter.
Nothing would matter if her sister died because Vivian was too slow. Norman was crazy. He’d
kidnapped them both, drugged them, and hidden them under a bed in his RV, planning to somehow
get them across the Mexican border and then who knows what he had planned. That made him the
worst kind of crazy in Vivian’s mind.
The road! She’d made it. She almost overshot right into traffic, but managed to stop and start
waving her arms at the nearest car. It didn’t stop. She kept waving and ran in the road. Cars
swerved around her. She got so close to one car that its side mirror hit her left forearm. The pain
shook her.
Vivian dragged her eyes open, forcing herself to wake up before the gunshots came. Again she’d
had the nightmare. That made 4 times so far this week. She rubbed her eyes. Sunlight streamed in the
window. At least she’d made it to morning this time. Maybe she should go to Emma’s doctor. She
hadn’t told anyone about the dreams yet, hoping they’d go away, or at least lessen. Norman
kidnapping her and her sister had been the most traumatic experience of her life. Of course it was
going to bother her. But it had been almost a month and the dreams were coming more frequently.
Almost every night now.
Her left arm throbbed. She looked at it. A large bruise was forming on the forearm right where the
car had hit her in the dream. She must have hit it on the side table. Briefly, she thought about moving
the table away from the bed, but then thought better of it. She knew she flailed about during the
dreams. What if instead of hitting her arm she threw herself right off the bed? Maybe she should try to
sleep more in the middle of the bed, and pile up some pillows around her.
Unbidden, the events after she had reached the road in real life came to her mind. She couldn’t
seem to let them go.
In reality, the first car she had waved at had stopped. The woman inside let her use a cell phone.
She called 911, not knowing what police station her call would go to.
She’d been winded from the run, and it took her a few minutes to get the story out to the
dispatcher. The dispatcher put an officer on the line almost immediately and he said he was in touch
with Agents Masterson and Kinkaid who were in a helicopter a few minutes out from her location.
Vivian wept with relief, almost collapsing on the side of the road. But she hadn’t seen or heard a
helicopter yet. She looked back over the field and what she saw chilled her. Emma and Norman were
fighting. They were close together, but far enough away from her that she couldn’t tell who was who
or what was happening. She took a few steps in their direction, thinking she had to go back and try to
help Emma. But she couldn’t. Her legs wouldn’t take her. They were rubbery, jelly-like. She felt like
a newborn fawn trying to stand for the first time. She sat down in the dust, fear for her sister eating
her alive, and prayed. Prayed that Craig and Hawk would get there in time.
The whup-whup-whup noise of a helicopter made it to her ears.
Please let them make it in time.
She saw it, flying closer to the ground than she’d ever seen one before, coming in over the overpass
to her left.
And then she heard a gunshot. Then two more. Purest terror shot through her. "NOOOOOOO!" she

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