Lisa Phillips - Witness In Hiding

This Secret Service agent is her only shot at survival

Single mom Zoe Marks knows she and her son have to stay ahead of the ruthless assassin who’s out to silence her. Secret Service agent Jude Brauer will protect the lovely witness—even if it costs him his career. His determination and unexpected caring could provide his and Zoe’s only chance at a future—if they’re alive to take it.

LISA PHILLIPS is a British-born tea-drinking, guitar-playing wife and mom of two. She and her husband lead worship together at their local church. Lisa pens high-stakes stories of mayhem and disaster where you can find made-for-each-other love that always ends in a happily-ever-after. She understands that faith is a work in progress more exciting than any story she can dream up. You can find out more about her books at authorlisaphillips.com.

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Witness in Hiding

Lisa Phillips

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ISBN: 978-1-474-08269-3

WITNESS IN HIDING

© 2018 Lisa Phillips

Published in Great Britain 2018

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The killer hauled Zoe in front of him and lifted his weapon.

She stared down the barrel, and a sob caught in her throat. “I didn’t see anything.” Okay, that was a lie, but it was the first thing that had come to mind. “The lady looked dead. He was standing over her, and I assumed he killed her. I could be mistaken.”

She wanted to laugh through the sob. She was going crazy, seconds before she was going to die.

The killer grinned, more of a sneer. “Wrong place, seriously wrong time. And you just couldn’t let it lie. Well, turns out neither can they.”

“I won’t say anything. I promise.”

“Too late. You’ve drawn attention to yourself. Now they’re convinced you’ll blab, and that can’t happen. So instead of taking you to them, I’m ending this. No more scare tactics. No more threats. Problem solved.”

Them? Realization dawned on her that he was going to kill her, and she moved. As fast as she could. Everything in her screamed to run.

He pulled the trigger.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for taking the time to read this book. I so appreciate you, and the fact that it is an investment of your time and money each time I write a story. I hope you were entertained by Zoe and Jude’s journey to being a family.

The past hurt Zoe had experienced colored the way she saw the world—especially men—and how she saw the Lord. But God brought her through a journey that enabled her to trust Him and find happiness for her and her son, with Jude. He is a gracious Father who loves to draw us to Himself, and I am thankful for that every day.

If you have any comments or questions, I would love to hear from you! Feel free to email me at lisaphillipsbks@gmail.com and visit my website, where you can sign up for my newsletter: www. authorlisaphillips.com.

Sincerely,

Lisa Phillips

Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.

—Psalms 32:7

To those who struggle, stand firm and keep fighting.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Dear Reader

Bible Verse

Dedication

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

EPILOGUE

Extract

About the Publisher

ONE

Zoe Marks was being followed. That tingle on the back of her neck was constant as she pulled her ball cap low and stepped inside the Laundromat. Had he found her? She’d been so careful, but maybe this was it...the day he finally caught up.

And killed her.

Downtown Salt Lake City was busy just after eleven at night, and she’d hoped to disappear in the crowds. Maybe it hadn’t worked.

Moose wasn’t behind the counter. The man had been recommended by a mutual contact, and he should be here. He’d said as much at their first meeting.

Moose had a craggy face, the nose that had earned him the moniker and a huge belly that hung over his belt buckle. He didn’t exactly blend in. If he was here she’d be able to spot him, but he wasn’t out behind the register tonight. Was he waiting in his office?

Zoe made her way down the center aisle, between rows of washers and dryers stacked on either side of the room. The long, low bench in the middle.

A young woman in the corner folded a pair of skinny jeans. Probably two sizes smaller than the ones Zoe wore. Her hair hung over most of her face, and she didn’t make eye contact. That was fine with Zoe. Behind the counter an older woman with purple hair sat reading a fashion magazine.

During the three weeks she’d been in hiding, Zoe had learned more than she wanted to about the criminal element. Top of the list was the fact that she had to talk the talk with these people. She couldn’t give away anything personal, or emotional. Least of all was the fact that Zoe Marks was an office assistant, a divorcée and the single mom of the most precocious seven-year-old boy in the world. No, she had to be one of them. An anonymous lady who wanted a way out of this life.