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Thomas stared at the woman who said she was JessieBelle Jacobson, her face deeply lined with a lifetime of lies and lousy choices. Her body seemed painfully thin, probably from too much booze and drugs and not enough nourishment.
Pity and anger churned in Thomas' belly. He hated her for what she had done, but this kind of death seemed painfully sadistic. And Thomas figured she had been a victim of her own weaknesses as much as he and Johnny had been.
JessieBelle clutched at his leather jacket, and he forced himself not to pull away. "I'm glad you didn't die. Where's Johnny?"
"Safe."
Her face crinkled into a painful smile. "Still taking care of your little brother, aren't you?"
She blinked her eyes and tried to focus. "Not...much time. The senator--Armstrong...can tell...the story. He was there...that night."
JessieBelle's breath rattled in her throat, shallow and raspy. "Sorry...just not...motherly type."
A wistful smile settled on her face as her eyes closed for the last time.
Thomas tumbled back in time to the four-year-old boy hiding in a closet watching Bernie O'Shea choke his mother. But she hadn't died that night. She had been part of a cruel hoax to blackmail Bernie, with no one thinking of the consequences to a kid who might have experienced the nightmare.
Now Thomas watched his mother die again, and all the emotions and fear of that little boy flashed through him.
(Excerpt from Legacy of Truth, copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel)
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