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At thesoinia Trolley of the SFPD to see if she had anything to tell hi with the police artist had shown ahair, a sharp chin, and whiskers heavy on his face His eyes were a soft gray, and set wide apart He’d had strange ears, large for the size of his head, sticking out a bit Emma said that’s why he wore a knit hat He didn’t like his ears His bad teeth were the giveaway Molly hoped the guy didn’t make a trip to the dentist

Molly had no idea-no one did-how accurate Eo on The draas in the hands of the SFPD and the FBI

Having the picture out there would protect theht, but he was still out there She felt it deep in her innards When they went back ho Somewhere She decided that when they returned to the US she and Eo back to Denver No, she’d take her to an entirely new city She would change her name and Emma’s They would disap- pear The h rapher She would get better She’d have to start over with her professional contacts, but that wasn’t a big deal, Her biggest assignazine some six years before They kneho she was, but that was about all

She saw E her last pieces of bread in the shape of an apple After she’d thrown the slob to the ruthless duck, Molly called out, "Hey, Erow up to be a caterer"

The ducks stopped squawking They knew the bread was gone They were going back to the large pond, waddling gracelessly, flapping their wings, groo themselves

"What’s that, Mama?"

"That’s a person who’s paid to cook for people on special occasions You’d get to taste lots of different kinds of goodies You’d get to be creative, s, just the way you’ve made the bread look like an apple You’d be a food artist"

"Would I have to feed all those people, too?"

"Eave her mother a small smile "I don’t think so"

"No, they wouldn’t eat out of your hand Well, they ht, but not literally" Molly looked out over the beautiful grounds She put her arainst her She desperately wanted to ask her what she was thinking, what she was feeling, but she was afraid that she wouldn’t say the right thing if E awful Instead, she said, her voice bright and ith the overwhelot sun today, kiddo What do you say we go to Bunratty Castle? Maybe have a picnic on the grounds? Since it was raining the other day ent, you just got to spend ten reat place to visit, when the sun’s out"

Erinned every time someone mentioned Bunratty Castle, just west of Limerick, where William Penn had been born in 1644, and where his father, Admiral Penn, had surrendered in the civil war and sailed off to America Ah, and that had led to stories of the Quakers in Pennsylvania, a good half dozen that Ra

Emma wiped her hands on her jeans as she said to Molly, "I’d like to cliet all the way to the top this tio, Ma soon But it’s still early, he said"

Molly blinked It was the end of May Life had changed so irrevocably that Molly had forgotten the day of the week, much less the month "Yes, it is very early in the tourist season Isn’t that so pictures, trying to polish her craft, her life busy and fun Not really full, but that was okay Erade in the fall They’d both looked forward to that Then Emma had been kidnapped and their lives had flown out of control

Suddenly, Eavewith a purple stone in it "Tohter’s s on Eave it to you this ?"

"He said if I ate my oatmeal, he had a small present for me It was yesterday"

Molly felt a sudden jolt of fear She’d seen To? Was To to seduce E him? For a moment she was so afraid she couldn’t breathe No, she was being ridiculous He was a nice boy, no older than seventeen, hair as red as a swatch of crimson silk, face very fair and freckled No, To Eood reason at all