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  Most certainly his killers had known that he had gone to the American government.

  That was the reason he’d been killed, of course. And the FBI man who had come to the funeral, the one Miguel had gone to, Agent Brett Cody, had been visibly distressed by that knowledge. Agent Cody had been pulled off the case shortly after he and Miguel had spoken, because other agents who specialized in the drug trade had been assigned to work with, to look after, her husband. Maria had told Agent Cody that she did not blame him for Miguel’s death; after all, he hadn’t gone to Miguel—Miguel had gone to him.

  Miguel had been foolish; the government hadn’t worked very hard for him. Protection? He hadn’t been protected for a second. The men watching over him hadn’t even found him until the fire had ravaged his body and rendered it unrecognizable.

  She didn’t entirely blame the agents, though. Those in the drug trade knew what they were up against if they tried to leave. Those who weren’t in the trade didn’t know that protection might not be possible—even agents who were assigned to the trade didn’t always know that. No one could be watched every minute. And there was still someone out there—watching her.

  “Maria.”

  She heard her name again. It was Miguel’s voice. She missed him so badly that she could still hear him. It was almost as if she could breathe in his scent.

  “Maria.”

  His voice seemed to be coming from behind her.

  She turned. Her heart slammed to a stop in her chest, and she jumped to her feet, astonished.

  There was Miguel. He was standing just inside the double doors that led from the patio back into their bedroom. He looked to be real, flesh and blood. He was there…

  Just as quickly as it had ceased to beat, her heart took flight. They’d been wrong. The bone fragments found in the fire had not belonged to Miguel.

  Because Miguel was standing right in front of her.

  She raced to him, throwing her arms around him. He barely moved in response. She drew back, staring at him. It was Miguel. But…

  Something was wrong with him. Something was really wrong.

  “Miguel, what—what have they done to you?” she asked.

  His eyes were blank as he stared back at her. Then, to her astonishment, he picked her up.

  And he walked back out to the balcony without saying a word.

  He spoke like Miguel, he smelled like Miguel, he looked like Miguel, but…

  She was confused, but her confusion cleared in a split second when she realized his intent, and started to scream.

  Copyright © 2015 by Heather Graham Pozzessere

  ISBN-13: 9781460382097

  The Silenced

  Copyright © 2015 by Heather Graham Pozzessere

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