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Facing a new threat.
When FBI Agent Clint Rollins takes a bullet during a standoff, it might just save his life. But not even the ugly things he’s seen during his years working in the Crimes Against Children Unit could prepare him for the overwhelming powerlessness of hospital tests revealing an unexpected diagnosis. If only Sara weren’t retreating into doctor mode…he needs his wife now more than ever.

Frozen in fear.
Sara Rollins is an oncologist with a mission–beating cancer when she can, easing her patients’ suffering at the very least. Now the life of her tall Texan husband is at stake. She never let the odds steal her hope before, but in this case, the question of God’s healing promises is personal. Can she hold on to the truth she claimed to believe?

Faith under fire.
As Clint continues to track down a serial kidnapper despite his illness, former investigations haunt his nightmares, pushing him beyond solving the case into risking his life and career. Clint struggles to believe God is still the God of miracles. Especially when he needs not one, but two. Everything in his life is reduced to one all-important question: Can God be trusted?

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Most days, Clint Rollins loved his work.

Most days. But not today.

He leaned back in his swivel chair and listened to the hum of voices, computer keys, and his partner’s detailed explanation of a new case. Only a week back to work, and he already needed a quiet weekend to rest.

“You listening, or still suffering from vacation withdrawal? Maybe it’s just too early on a Friday morning.” Steven Kessler’s ribbing jerked Clint back to the reality of working in the FBI’s Crimes Against Children Unit. Another child missing. No easy cases.

“I’m listening.” Clint rubbed the back of his neck.

Too bad criminals didn’t care if cops were up to snuff or not. His head still ached from a nasty cold that’d been dogging him for weeks. According to his physician wife, he needed a vacation to recover from his unprecedented two-week vacation. But no one in DC stayed home with just a cold. So he was back on the job in mid-January, doing his second favorite thing–putting criminals in jail.

Though he’d still rather be hanging out with Sara and the munchkins.

“One of Baltimore’s finest is heading our way–point cop for the kidnapping case.” Steven handed over a new file. “Called-in tips from an Amber Alert say the suspect was spotted with the child at a hotel on the outskirts of Blacksburg less than an hour ago. Suspect’s license plate matches the one given in the alert. Local cops are keeping watch to be sure no one leaves, and there’s a Learjet ready and waiting. We’ll head out as soon as this Sergeant Moore arrives.”

At Steven’s no-frills tone, Clint flipped through computer printouts and watched his quiet weekend disappear. “Why aren’t the Baltimore or Virginia field offices handling this one?”

“Because we’re the best.” Steven grabbed paperwork and motioned for him to follow.

“Cute.” Clint checked his Glock and unfolded his long frame from the chair. “More details. Real ones.”

“We are the best. But you’re right–the reasons go deeper. The boy’s mother is the girlfriend of Baltimore’s police chief, who happens to be an old pal of Unit Chief Maxwell.”

“Interesting pattern of string pulling. What else do we know?”

“Wes Standish went missing from the playground after school yesterday. Babysitter called Dickson’s girlfriend to say she’d lost him, and a missing-persons report was filed right away. So lots of cops went to work round the clock and the chief breathed down Quantico folks’ necks to get their data inputted and analyzed.”

Clint flipped through the file again as they walked. “They know who snatched Wes?”

“Mom says the ex-husband–a community-college professor in Christiansburg named Ed Standish.”

“So mom and the chief want us involved so they can get a federal conviction when we catch the guy.”

Steven shrugged. “Likely. But according to eyewitness accounts, dad’s not the kidnapper. A few people saw Wes leave with a tall, young-looking blond man. Dad’s dark, balding, and average height.” Steven stopped and held out a second file, this one much thicker. “What makes this case top priority for us is ViCAP flagged three cold cases with a similar MO and victim profile.”

Clint grabbed the files as adrenaline shot through him. “A serial?”

“Could be.”

Clint scanned through the info from the FBI’s violent criminal database. “So we have January kidnappings from parks, boys ages five to six, brown hair, blue eyes. No ransom and no bodies. But this one looks more like a domestic–disgruntled dad, lost custody.”

“Whether it’s the dad or not, we need to bring Wes Standish home and nab this suspect.”

Clint froze midstep, staring at pictures in the file. “Any of these boys could be James’s twin.”

Steven’s jaw clamped tight. “Coulda done without that.”

“Sorry. I should’ve kept quiet.”

They continued on in silence. Steven’s six-year-old son had been injured in a school shooting in October. Steven’s girlfriend Gracie had been kidnapped in November. And last summer, they’d been too late to save a little boy named Ryan and a teenaged girl named Olivia–failures that still haunted Steven.

They both needed more recovery time, but work wouldn’t wait. And Wes Standish needed to come home.
Today.

Steven answered his phone as soon as it buzzed. “Stay where you parked and we’ll meet you there. I’ll drive to the airstrip.”

Pulling up short in front of the outside door, Steven narrowed his eyes at Clint. “Let’s make sure we bring Wes home before he ends up looking like Ryan. I don’t want any more rescued kids never leaving the hospital.”

And that was that. For both of them.

***

The condescending cop seated facing him grated on Clint’s nerves. Even the high-end business plane couldn’t make this trip pleasant.

He usually managed to keep away from the local and federal ego dances. But this officer was a piece of work, smirking at the Learjet’s fancy mini-conference-room interior and acting like his department had every right to claim the glory when Wes made it home.

“Even before you feds got on board with our hunch about Standish, we knew we’d be bringing home a prize today.” The over-forty officer crossed his beefy arms and flashed them a blinding smile.

Steven crossed his arms in return. “Enlighten us to your reasoning.”

Clint rested his throbbing head on the Learjet’s leather seat, rubbing his temples as Steven and the cop locked wits. He tried to pray, but the cabin’s August-in-Texas temperature dampened his concentration.

“You up for this, Rollins?” Moore’s curt question bristled. “You don’t look so hot.”

Steven stuffed a chuckle.

Everything in Clint wanted to rattle off how they’d recently taken down an international kidnapper and solved a three-person cold-case murder. Not to mention that all the events involved people he loved like family. But he refrained. “I can handle it.”

Moore cleared his throat. “After we found out about the cold cases, Chief Dickson ticked off a list of Standish’s favorite gambling places. Said his girlfriend always kicked her estranged husband out after the holidays and he’d be gone for weeks each time. It’s why he lost his job at the University of Maryland last year. They separated after that and he moved back home to Christiansburg, got a job at a community college. She finalized the divorce this January in honor of their history. That’s obviously what set him off.”

Steven shrugged. “All circumstantial. And there’s other–”

“Look, the guy’s a world-class loser–a sleazeball with a Ph.D. Him rotting in jail would be the best thing for his son. But since you can’t connect the dots, here’s one for your superior profiling. Standish has been teaching early-childhood-education courses at a community college near where his brother lives in Blacksburg. We’re heading to Blacksburg. All the missing kids fitting the same MO for Wes’s case match Wes to a T, and they all disappeared in January when Standish was on his benders. And as the chief mentioned to the agent at NCAVC, Standish used to sit in a dark room, watch the kid sleep every night. Guy’s a pervert. Case closed.”

“Hardly.”

Even if the folks at the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime agreed that Standish fit a violent pedophile’s profile–and Clint wasn’t convinced of that–Moore’s speech sounded more like gunning for a promotion than good investigative skills. Good thing they had federal jurisdiction and this Baltimore officer didn’t. Thank the Lord all cops they worked with weren’t like Moore.

The Baltimore cops were clearly trigger happy when it came to Standish’s guilt. Just thinking about the other possibilities increased Clint’s headache a million points on the Richter scale. He closed that mental file and watched the plane come in for a landing.

Steven’s arm punch got Clint’s attention. It smarted more than he wanted to admit. “What?”

“Got your vest picture in place?”

“Always.” He slapped the Kevlar vest under layers of winter wear. “The family Christmas photo is right here.”

Steven grinned. “Got mine, too.” Steven might be the CACU’s head case coordinator, but he still tended to follow Clint’s lead, just as he’d done since Quantico. In most things anyway.

A Blacksburg cop was waiting for them at the Virginia Tech Executive airport. Moore took the front seat. “Got an update for us?”

“My sergeant just radioed as y’all were landing. Shots were fired. Suspect tried to leave but opened fire when our guys approached.”

“He’s gone?”

“Nope. Still out there shooting. Won’t let anyone get close to the car.”

Clint met Steven’s hard look. “Let’s do this fast and careful so we can get home before midnight.”

Minutes later, they eased into a run-down hotel’s parking lot and stopped behind two squad cars. Unsnapping holsters, all four exited the car and crouched behind the nearest vehicle.

Clint flashed his credentials, and the local sergeant nodded. “Manager called in the tip and said our suspect checked into room 102 early this morning. When he tried to leave, we moved in. He just dumped the kid in the car and took off into the woods. We’ve been dodging bullets ever since.”

Shots punctuated the air.

Two of the local cops returned fire.

Moore’s neck veins bulged. “The boy still alive?”

“No way to tell. He wasn’t moving, and we haven’t been able to get to him. Backup’s slower’n Christmas.”
Moore’s eyes locked onto the tan Impala’s open trunk and grew as wide as his face got red. “You shot up the car?”

“No.” The officer stayed in firing position, gun trained on the woods, too busy to care that he’d just been insulted by a big city cop. “Those were from his last round before y’all arrived.”

Clint studied the car. Tangled trunk metal and busted taillights said their kidnapper wasn’t a sharpshooter. He moved to the front of the patrol car. “I’m going to check on the boy.” He caught Steven’s gaze. “Pray. And cover me.”

With his heart beating out of his chest, Clint crawled along the black asphalt faster than he’d ever done at Quantico. Reaching the Impala, he paused to listen. Nothing. His back to the tan metal, he reached for a door handle.

Opening the door a crack, he felt inside.

When his hand touched a heavy down jacket, he swerved to face the car. The boy lay unmoving, hands bound with duct tape, a black hood over his head. Clint stripped it off, felt clammy flesh, a flickering pulse.

This boy needed medical help. Now.

Clint’s hands shook as he pulled the boy out of the car and onto his lap, then gathered him into his arms.

Shots rang though the metal behind him. But he had to keep moving. He was ten feet from safety.

Clint held tight to the boy and lunged toward Steven.

Searing pain ripped through his left arm.

Then everything went asphalt black.
Amy N. Wallace

About Amy N. Wallace

Amy N. Wallace - Healing Promises
Amy Wallace is a freelance writer and self-confessed chocoholic. She is a graduate of the Gwinnett County Citizens Police Academy and serves as the liaison for the training division of the county police department. Amy is the author of Ransomed Dreams, the first book in the Defenders of Hope series, and a contributing author of several books including God Answers Moms' Prayers, and God Allows U-Turns for Teens. She lives with her husband and three daughters in Georgia.
Discussion Questions

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1. Clint and Sara struggled to believe God’s promises of protection and healing when life gave them a multitude of reasons to stop hoping. Can you relate? What scriptures do you cling to when life grows dark and painful?

2. What about when things don’t go the way we prayed? Or when it seems like God hasn’t protected and healed? I love the book of Job because Job’s example gives us the freedom to ask God why and also to be reminded of the truth that we don’t see the big picture God sees. When you read Job 1:8—12, 38:1—7, 42:1—3; 1 Corinthians 13:12; and 1 John 4:16, what thoughts come to mind? How can these verses strengthen our hearts when life hurts?

3. In the daily battles we face, internal and external, sometimes it appears that evil is winning. Like Clint and Sara, we’re tempted to harden our hearts against hope because we’re weary and just want to escape the pain. But what do Psalm 62:5, Jeremiah 29:11, Romans 8:28, and 1 John 5:4 say is the foundation of our hope? How do you stay open to hope and to God?

4. Think of a time when you’ve been wounded in the battles of life or prayed for others who have been wounded. What do Psalm 103:1—5 and Romans 5:3—5 say about hope, God’s healing, and our response to difficult times?

5. What provision and promise has God given to each of us in Ephesians 6:10—18, 1 Timothy 6:12, and Hebrews 11:1 that will enable us to fight the fight of faith with hope…and win?

6. Frank’s dying wish was that, for better or for worse, those he loved would hold tight to the truth that God is on His throne and always good. If you’ve lost a loved one, how did God comfort you? What legacy of hope do you want to leave your loved ones?

7. In the face of death, what does it mean to grieve with hope? Read 1 Thessalonians 4:13—18. How does Paul tell us to deal with death and encourage one another?

8. When you read in Job 1:21 about blessing the name of the Lord when He gives and takes away, what does that stir up in you? If we lived like we believed this verse, how would our actions show it?

9. In what ways do we praise God? Are some methods of praise easier for you than others? Why or why not?

10. At the end of the story, Sara says she wished she’d believed Frank’s words earlier. But her best friend says, “Sometimes we have to walk through the fire before we believe God can be trusted. Experience has a way of pressing head knowledge into our heart.” How have you found this to be true in your life?

11. John 6:29 says, “The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent." What does this mean to you? What about 1 John 3:23? Is belief something that comes easily to you? Why or why not?

12. One huge issue Clint struggled with throughout the book was body image. He hated all the physical and emotional changes cancer thrust upon him. He hated his own weakness. And how he viewed himself affected his faith, his marriage, and his job performance. Even without a major illness, most of us struggle with liking the view in our mirrors. Why do you think that is? And what do Genesis 1:27, 31; Psalm 45:11, 139:14; Zephaniah 3:17; and 2 Corinthians 12:9 have to say about what God thinks when He looks at us, His image-bearers?

13. Why do you think it took Sara a long time to stop depending on people and circumstances? Have you ever struggled with that? How did Sara begin to depend on God and what part did praising Him play in that change?

14. Sara believed she was a failure when circumstances turned out badly or when she didn’t measure up to her expectations. Fear of failure is a common struggle that drives many of us to do better and to try harder instead of depending on the Lord. Take a look at Isaiah 41:10, 43:1—2; and John 16:33. How can these verses help us move from fear to faith?

15. Clint, Steven, and Michael exemplify the real-life FBI agents and other law-enforcement officers who are committed to protecting our children. If you have children in your life, how have you taught them about staying safe? Here are some possible scriptures to pray with your children, nieces and nephews, or other young people you care about to help them (and you) remember that God is our protector: Psalm 18:2, 23:4—6, 59:16—17, and 91:1—2.

16. If you don’t already, will you please consider praying with the children in your life for the law-enforcement officers who serve us, daily working to keep us all safe? What other ways can you think of to encourage these men and women?

17. 1 Corinthians 13:8 says that love never fails. But many Christians experience broken or painful relationships. What do 1 John 4:16—19, Mark 12:30—32, and 1 Peter 1:22 say about God’s love and how we are to love one another?


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