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Through Iowa Glass
by Christine W. Murphy
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Copyright (c)1998 Christine W. Murphy
1998 Hard Shell Word Factory

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Suspense/Romance


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This book is dedicated to my mother, a small town girl from Iowa, who
traveled far and wide and raised a daughter who enjoys doing the same.
Also, I wish to acknowledge the many people in the RWA Outreach International
NBM programs who encouraged me and critiqued my work; my family, who while
mystified by this entire "writing thing" left me alone to work; and Liz
Kading, proofreader and friend.
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*Chapter One*
"WHAT THE HELL!" Alex jerked awake when his car left the road.
A tree branch slammed into the windshield, cracking the glass. He
wrestled with the steering wheel. His foot missed the brake, and the car
plowed a path through waist-high corn.
He turned the car sharply to the left and cursed the worn-out shocks
when his head banged the ceiling. Finally, he found the brake and stomped down
hard. The car came to rest at the edge of a corn field beside County Road G29.
The perfect homecoming.
His forehead resting on the steering wheel, he willed his pulse to
return to normal. The sound of his ragged breaths filled the car. Alex and the
'76 Mustang were apparently in one piece. He peered through spider-web
fractures in the windshield.
A misty rain veiled a shadowy skyline. Skyline? Hell, Close, Iowa, was
too small to have a skyline, just a few lumps on the horizon with the water
tower hovering overhead like an alien space craft. From where Alex sat, the
town looked the same as it had when he was twelve, almost twenty-five years
ago, the night he ran away.
He turned and looked behind him. The road, straight and narrow,
disappeared in the distance, obscured by ripening crops.
A quick walk around the car confirmed he wasn't driving anywhere soon.