"Thank you," Jace said.
Then he gazed around the room at the women huddled on the cots and in the chairs and on the couch. And he tried to control the anger that rushed through his veins.
"You'll get your heat, Ms. Stover."
Her eyes widened.
Even as he turned to walk back out to his car, he pulled his cell from his pocket and began to make calls.
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Bethany shook violently as she stumbled across an intersection. It took all her concentration to remain upright. One foot in front of the other. If she fell now, she'd be run over. New York drivers weren't exactly pedestrian friendly.
She picked up her head, her breath blowing out in a fog and she saw the church just one block down. She was nearly there. A whispered prayer fell from her lips. Please, God. Let them have room today.
