Chapter 80

Sara listened to Brian playing the guitar as he neared the end of another song. With her head resting back on the couch and her eyes closed, she had almost calmed herself enough to forget about the threat she still faced.

Brian stilled the strings. “Another?”

“Sure. Keep playing as long as you want. I love your songs.” She’d picked up her Bible once tonight, but her mind was racing too fast to concentrate on the words. Instead, she found she could pray silently while Brian sang.

In the quiet stretch of space before Brian began the next song, she heard footsteps. The faint rustle came from the front of the house. Raising her head and turning toward the door in the kitchen, she whispered, “Is that Ian?”

Brian had stilled, and he was watching the door too. “I don’t think so,” he whispered back. “He’d be more deliberate.”

Sara turned to Brian, hoping he could communicate with her quietly enough to form a quick plan.

Brian raised a finger to his lips and rested the guitar on the floo