Nowhere Yet
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Edward Inc. Cozza. Nowhere Yet
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1. Two Weeks Later, Friday, 3:00 PM
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. Saturday Morning
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. Sunday, After Midnight
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42. Monday Morning
CHAPTER 43. Six weeks later
CHAPTER 44. One week later
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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The phone in Grant Pettitte’s living room rang. It startled him, because the phone never rang. In the stillness of the mostly empty room, amidst the furniture that he had made, the ringing phone sounded like a gun going off. Grant wondered why he hadn’t had the thing disconnected before now. Its presence added nothing to the nearly bare environment of his living quarters. One less cord to trip over would be fine. The loud intrusion into the quiet confines made him flinch in his worn leather chair before he answered it.
“I knew you’d be there.”
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“Just relax here, I am sure your friend will come along, and that he will not be any trouble. I will be right back.” Isobelle said, walking away and out of sight.
Grant laughed, watching her as she left. He looked around the room. The space was so much larger than the small motel he and Annie had stayed at on their first visit to Palm Springs together. He could not remember how long ago, four years, probably more. The décor of the hotel was so ornate, it reminded him that had he stayed with being an attorney, places like this would not seem so foreign to him. He looked down at the snaps of his western shirt, at his hands resting on the knees of his blue jeans, down to his cowboy boots, then back around at the adornment of the furnishings of the room. He leaned, looking at the arms of the chair he was sitting in, then back around the room. He was clearly out of place, dressed in his cowboy attire, surrounded by luxury. It had been a long time since he had been in any place remotely this nice, and that was back when he and Annie were together. He was having a difficult time determining which was nostalgia and which was automobile accident, thinking his life not dissimilar to the wreck. He could hear a commotion around the corner that seemed to be coming his direction, just like everything else.
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