Amanda Stevens - The Dollmaker

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And now a new clue has surfaced...a doll that is the spitting image of Claire Doucett's missing child, right down to the tiny birthmark on the girl's left arm. A chance sighting of the eerily lifelike doll in a French Quarter collectibles shop leaves Claire shaken to her core...and more determined than ever to find out what happened to her beloved Ruby.
When the doll is snatched and the store's owner turns up dead, Claire knows the only person she can turn to is ex-husband Dave Creasy, a former cop who has spent the past seven years imprisoned by his own guilt and despair. He let Claire down once when she needed him the most. Can she make him believe the doll really exists? She'll have to if they're to survive an encounter with a brutal psychopath— the dollmaker—who stole their future to feed an obsession that will never die.

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“I won’t let you do this!”

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me. The arrangements have already been made.”

“We’ll see about that!” Mama’s footsteps sounded across the hardwood floor, but then she gasped suddenly. “Let go of me! You’re hurting me! Daniel, no…”

She screamed, and for what seemed an eternity, Maddy heard bad sounds outside the closet door. Father called Maddy terrible names as he raged, and Mama cried and begged him to stop. Then, after a while, Mama said nothing at all.

Maddy pressed an eye to the keyhole. An eye glared back from the other side. The child screamed and shrank away.

Father opened the door. There was blood on his suit and he held something up in one hand. For one terrible moment, Maddy thought that it was Mama. But it was the doll. She swung by her shorn hair from Father’s grasp. The glassy eyes were open and staring, and the tiny lips were curled into a sweet little smile.

There was blood on the floor behind Father, but Mama was nowhere to be seen.

Maddy glanced back at the doll’s tiny, sweet smile. A smile that beckoned the child into another place, a perfect place where Father could not find them.

“That’s right. Take a good long look, you little faggot, because this is all that’s left of your precious Maddy.”

And then with one swoop of the knife, he severed the doll’s head and tossed it into the child’s lap.

Maddy screamed and screamed, but no one heard. And no one came to release him from his prison.

Matthew Cypher visited his father every single day. Usually he went in the afternoon, but today he had a lot to do, so he decided to go early. He parked in the back of the Oak Glen Nursing Home and used the rear entrance, hoping that he would not run into any of the staff who might want to chitchat today.

Hurrying down the dreary corridor, he kept his eyes averted from the open doorways, and ignored the groaning misery that followed him down the hallway. The smell of antiseptic and urine hung heavy on the air, but he was used to the scent by now. He hardly even noticed it.

An old woman sat alone in a wheelchair outside her room, and as he passed by her, she reached for him with a bony hand.

“Can you help me?”

Matthew paused, annoyed. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I can’t find my room.”

He glanced at the photograph and name mounted on the door nearest her wheelchair. “Are you Mrs. Avondale?”

“How did you know?”

“Just a wild guess.” He pushed open the door. “This is your room.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, positive.”

He started to turn away, but the woman grabbed his hand. Lifting it to her face, she rubbed his knuckles against her wrinkled cheek. “You’re a good son.”

“I’m glad you think so. Would you like me to help you to your room now?”

“No, I’d better sit out here and wait for the bus to come. I don’t want to miss it. I’m going to see my husband today. He’s stationed at Fort Bragg. It’ll be my first time out of Louisiana.”

“Enjoy your trip,” he said with a little bow, and he heard her giggle like a schoolgirl as he turned and continued down the corridor to his father’s room. A nurse was just coming out and she brightened when she saw him.

“Hello Dr. Cypher. You’re early today.”

“I have some things to do later on, but I didn’t want to miss a visit with my father. I know he looks forward to our time together.”

“If only everyone’s family was as thoughtful as you,” she said with a weary smile.

He cocked his head and studied the young woman. She was probably only thirty or so, but her careworn expression and slouching posture made her seem much older, as did a missing tooth when she smiled. She was a hard worker, though, and he did not envy her the dreary job.

Feeling suddenly charitable, he lingered for a little talk. “What’s the matter? You don’t seem yourself today.”

She sighed. “My boyfriend’s gone AWOL on me again, and I can’t help worrying he may be in some real trouble this time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Desiree Choate gave a halfhearted smile as she shrugged. “Mama says it’s a blessing in disguise. She ain’t never had much use for Travis, even though I tell her over and over he has a good heart. He’s just a little shiftless, is all.”

“Not Travis McSwain?”

Her brows lifted in surprise. “Yeah, that’s him. Do you know him?”

“I’ve seen him around. He used to do odd jobs around the house for my aunt from time to time. Her name is Savannah Sweete. He may have mentioned her. She makes dolls.”

Desiree’s gaze darted away, but not before he’d seen a spark of fear in her eyes.

So she knows. She’s seen the doll.

He gave her a pitying smile. “Where do you think Travis has gone off to?”

“God only knows. He’ll probably turn up one of these days, tail tucked between his legs like always. But just between me and you…I’ve been having me some real bad dreams lately. I can’t help thinking maybe it’s because something bad has happened to him.”

“How long has he been gone?”

“A few days, I guess. He drove into New Orleans the other evening and I ain’t seen him since.”

“Have you gone to the police?”

“The police? Oh, Lord no. Travis would kill me if I sicced the law on his tail.”

“Why? Has he done something wrong?”

“No, he just don’t like cops much,” she said quickly, as if realizing she might have given away too much. “It’s been nice talking to you, doc, but I better get back to work.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Travis. If anything had happened to him, don’t you think you would have heard something by now?”

“I guess so. Maybe he’s just laid up drunk somewhere. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I’m sure you’ll be hearing something very soon. In the meantime, perhaps this will help cheer you up.”

She glanced down at the orchid he held out to her, and her eyes widened. “Oh, it’s beautiful, but I couldn’t take it. You brought it for your daddy.”

“He won’t mind. Please, I insist.”

“Well, if you’re sure.” She lifted the delicate blossom to her nose. “Is this one of your orchids? What kind is it?”

“A cymbidium.”

“Is it rare?”

“Oh, yes, extremely,” he said, although it wasn’t, of course. But the silly twit wouldn’t know the difference.

Desiree glanced at the closed door to his father’s room. “It’s probably a good thing you came early today. He seems a mite restless this morning. Maybe your visit will help calm him down.”

Matthew smiled. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He opened the door and walked through. The old man lay on his back, eyes to the ceiling, hands motionless on either side of him. His lips were parted and a stream of drool had run out one corner of his mouth and dried on his cheek.

The room stank. It always did. No matter how many times the staff came in to change and bathe the old man, he somehow managed to soil himself before their every visit. It might have been annoying if it wasn’t so pathetic.

The curtained partition that separated the two beds had been slid back, and Matthew nodded to his father’s roommate. Mr. Campbell was another stroke patient, paralyzed on both sides with an almost complete loss of speech. He was slightly elevated in bed, and his faded eyes watched with wary detachment as Matthew approached.

“Hello, Mr. Campbell. How are you today?”

He blinked rapidly, but Matthew didn’t have a clue what that meant, so he shrugged and walked over to his father’s bedside.

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