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A Photo to Die For
When a single photo ca mean life or death.
Chapter 1
I think he saw me!
Monica Lambert twisted back around the crumbling brick wall. Heart racing. Sweat clinging to her scalp. She held her breath. Or at least she tried to. Running through overgrowth and industrial debris while lugging a camera bag around her shoulder left her sucking for air, but she couldn’t let the man see her. She couldn’t let any of the men see her.
It didn’t sound like approaching footsteps. Or the cocking of revolver hammers. There were no angry shouts or gunfire. Nothing but a bird calling out in the distance and the howl of a summertime breeze through an abandoned factory.
At least, it was supposed to be abandoned.
Settling in for her lunchtime cup of coffee, Monica received an anonymous tip from a private number. All it said was an address and a time. She didn’t need to check the address. She already knew it from memory. After months of sifting through financial records and cold-calling former employees, all of whom hung up immediately when she informed them she was a reporter for the Atlanta Times, the address for every former Lex Chemical Plant was seared into her brain.
