Dear Reader, 
Thank you for reading this book. I appreciate it. This was one of the most 
fascinating books I have written to date. I fell in love with Marcus O’Malley 
while writing The Negotiator, and I knew this man who leads the O’Malleys 
would have a powerful story. He blew me away with his story and surpassed 
my expectations. This is the book I look back on and think, I wrote 
that? Some stories are gifts. This was one of them. 
Prayer is such a rich topic to explore, both from the viewpoint of 
someone strong in their faith and someone who walked away from faith 
years before. One has concluded prayer is answered by chance as much as 
by a caring God; the other believes God is answering prayer despite the 
fact the answers are hard to accept. But they are both struggling with the 
conclusions they’ve reached. I found myself able to defend the conclusions 
of each one of them. I think they both made rational decisions—yet only 
one of them made the right one. Understanding why was a rich journey 
through my own beliefs. 
I have found in a lifetime of prayer that Jesus really does love me and 
know me, and best of all likes me. His answers eventually work out to my 
good. Even those I do not understand yet, I continue to trust will be good 
answers… 
As always, I love to hear from my readers. Feel free to write me at: 
Dee Henderson 
c/o Multnomah Publishers, Inc. 
P.O. Box 1720 
Sisters, Oregon 97759 
E-mail: dee@deehenderson.com 
or on-line: http://www.deehenderson.com 
First chapters of all my books are on-line, please stop by and check 
them out. Thanks again for letting me share Marcus and Shari’s story, 
Sincerely,
THE O’MALLEY SERIES 
The Negotiator—Book One 
FBI agent Dave Richman from Danger 
in the Shadows is back. He’s about to 
meet Kate O’Malley, and his life will 
never be the same. She’s a hostage 
negotiator. He protects people. Dave’s 
about to find out that falling in love 
with a hostage negotiator is one thing, 
but keeping her safe is another! 
ISBN 1-57673-819-1 
The Guardian—Book Two 
A federal judge has been murdered. 
There is only one witness. And an 
assassin wants her dead. U.S. Marshal 
Marcus O’Malley thought he knew 
the risks of the assignment... 
He was wrong. 
ISBN 1-57673-642-3 
The Truth Seeker—Book Three 
Women are turning up dead. Lisa 
O’Malley is a forensic pathologist 
and mysteries are her domain. When 
she’s investigating a crime it means 
trouble is soon to follow. U.S. 
Marshal Quinn Diamond has found 
loving her is easier than keeping her 
out of danger. Lisa’s found the killer, 
and now she’s missing too… 
ISBN 1-57673-753-5
THE O’MALLEY SERIES 
The Protector—Book Four 
Jack O’Malley is a fireman. He’s 
fearless when it comes to facing 
an inferno. But when an arsonist 
begins targeting his district, his 
shift, his friends, Jack faces the 
ultimate challenge: protecting the 
lady who saw the arsonist before 
she pays an even higher price... 
ISBN 1-57673-846-9 
The Healer—Book Five 
Rachel O’Malley makes her living as a 
trauma psychologist, working disaster 
relief for the Red Cross. Her specialty is 
helping children. When a school shooting 
rips through her community, she 
finds herself dealing with more than 
just grief among the children she’s trying 
to help. There’s a secret. One of 
them witnessed the shooting. And the 
murder weapon is still missing... 
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“Dee Henderson is an extraordinary author whose writing 
connects with your heart and soul. The O’Malley series is 
a classic meant for your ‘keeper’ shelf.” 
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THE NEGOTIATOR 
ISBN 1-57673-819-1 
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Dave waited until Kate’s brother Stephen disappeared up the stairs. “Why 
didn’t you tell me yesterday? Trust me?” 
“Tell you what? That I might have someone in my past who may be a 
murderer?” Kate swung away from him into the living room. “I’ve never 
even met this guy. Until twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t even have a suspicion 
that he existed.” 
“Kate, he’s targeting you.” 
“Then let him find me.” 
“You don’t mean that.” 
“There is no reason for him to have blown up a plane just to get at me, 
to get at some banker. We’re never going to know the truth unless someone 
can grab him. And if he gets cornered by a bunch of cops, he’ll either 
kill himself or be killed in a shootout. It would be easier all around if he 
did come after me.” 
“Stop thinking with your emotions and use your head.” Dave shot 
back. “What we need to do is to solve this case. That’s how we’ll find out 
the answers and ultimately find him.” 
“Then you go tear through the piles of data. I don’t want to have anything 
to do with it. Don’t you understand that? I don’t want to be the one 
who puts the pieces together. Yesterday was like getting stuck in the gut 
with a hot poker.” 
He understood it, could feel the pain flowing from her. “Fine. Stay 
here for a day, get your feet back under you. Then get back in the game 
and stop acting like you’re the only one this is hurting. Or have you forgotten 
all the people who died?” He saw the sharp pain flash in her eyes 
before they went cold and regretted his words. 
“That was a low blow and you know it.” 
“Kate—” 
“I can’t offer anything to the investigation, don’t you understand that?
D E E H E N D E R S O N 
She blinked. 
“I almost died with you, remember?” He smiled. “I’ve seen you under 
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I don’t know anything. I don’t know him.” 
“Well he knows you. And if you walk away from this now, you’re 
going to feel like a coward. Just what are you so afraid of?” 
He could see it in her, a fear so deep it shimmered in her eyes and 
pooled them black, and he remembered his coworker’s comment that he 
probably didn’t want to read the court record. His eyes narrowed and his 
voice softened. “Are you sure you don’t remember this guy?” 
She broke eye contact, and it felt like a blow because he knew that at 
this moment he was the one hurting her. “If you need to get away for 
twenty-four hours, do it. Just don’t run because you’re afraid. You’ll never 
forgive yourself.” 
“Marcus wouldn’t let me go check out the data because he was afraid 
I would kill the guy if I found him.” 
Her words rocked him back on his heels. “What?” He closed the distance 
between them, and for the first time since this morning began, actually 
felt something like relief. He rested his hands calmly on her shoulders. 
“No you wouldn’t. You’re too good a cop.” 
pressure.” His thumb rubbed along her jaw. “Come on, Kate. Come back 
with me to the house, and let’s get back to work. The media wouldn’t get 
near you, I promise.” 
Marcus and Stephen came back down the stairs, but Kate didn’t look 
around; she just kept studying Dave. She finally turned and looked at her 
brother. “Marcus, I’m going back to Dave’s.” 
Dave gave in to a small surge of relief. It was a start. Tenuous. And 
risky. But a start, all the same.
THE TRUTH SEEKER 
Lisa O’Malley was sitting on the side step of the fire engine, silent, one tennis 
shoe off as she’d stepped on a hot ember and burned the sole, her 
stockinged foot moving slowly back and forth in the soot-blackened water 
rushing down the street toward the nearest storm drain. Her gaze never 
leaving the dying fire. Her brother Stephen had wrapped a fire coat around 
her, and she had it gripped with both hands, pulled tight. 
Quinn Diamond kept a close watch on her as he stood leaning against 
the driver’s door of a squad car, waiting for a callback from the dispatcher. 
She was alone in her grief, her emotions hidden, her eyes dry. She’d lost 
what she’d valued, and Quinn hated to realize how much it had to resonate 
with her past. 
Kate sat down beside her. 
Quinn watched as the two sisters sat in silence, and he prayed for 
Kate, that she would have the right words to say. 
Instead, she remained silent. 
And Lisa leaned her head against Kate’s shoulder and continued to 
watch the fire burn, the silence unbroken. 
Friends. Deep, lifelong friends. 
Quinn had to turn away from the sight. He had so much emotion 
inside it was going to rupture into tears or fury. 
He found himself facing a grim Marcus O’Malley. 
“Quinn, get her out of here.” 
“Stephen has already tried; she won’t budge.” 
“No. I mean out of here. Out of town,” Marcus replied grimly. “The 
killer goes from notes and phone calls to fire. He’s not going to stop there.” 
Marcus was right. Lisa had to come first. “The ranch. She’s going to 
need the space.” 
“Thank you.” 
“I’ll keep her safe, now that it’s too late.” 
“Quinn—we’ll find him.” 
That wasn’t even in question. He was going to hunt the guy down and 
rip out his heart. “I highly recommend this book to 
anyone who likes suspense.” 
—Terri Blackstock, bestselling author of Trial by Fire 
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Sara’s terrified. She’s doing the one thing she cannot afford to do: fall in love with 
former pro football player Adam Black, a man everyone knows. Sara’s been hidden away 
in the witness protection program, her safety dependent on being invisible—and loving 
Adam could get her killed. 
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DANGER IN THE SHADOWS 
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The summer storm lit up the night sky in a jagged display of energy, lightning 
bouncing, streaking, fragmenting between towering thunderheads. 
Sara Walsh ignored the storm as best she could, determined not to let it 
interrupt her train of thought. The desk lamp as well as the overhead light 
were on in her office as she tried to prevent any shadows from forming. 
What she was writing was disturbing enough. 
The six-year-old boy had been found. Dead. 
Writing longhand on a yellow legal pad of paper, she shaped the 
twenty-ninth chapter of her mystery novel. Despite the dark specificity of 
the scene, the flow of words never faltered. 
The child had died within hours of his abduction. His family, the 
Oklahoma law enforcement community, even his kidnapper, did not realize 
it. Sara did not pull back from writing the scene even though she knew 
it would leave a bitter taste of defeat in the mind of the reader. The impact 
was necessary for the rest of the book. 
She frowned, crossed out the last sentence, added a new detail, then 
went on with her description of the farmer who had found the boy. 
Thunder cracked directly overhead. Sara flinched. Her office suite on 
the thirty-fourth floor put her close enough to the storm she could hear 
the air sizzle in the split second before the boom. She would like to be in 
the basement parking garage right now instead of her office. 
She had been writing since eight that morning. A glance at the clock 
on her desk showed it was almost eight in the evening. The push to finish 
a story always took over as she reached the final chapters. This tenth book 
was no exception. 
Twelve hours. No wonder her back muscles were stiff. She had taken
D E E H E N D E R S O N 
With every book, another fact, another detail, another intense emo- 
She sat lost in thought for several minutes, idly walking her pen 
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a brief break for lunch while she reviewed the mail her secretary had prioritized 
for her. The rest of her day had been spent working on the book. 
She arched her back and rubbed at the knot. 
This was the most difficult chapter in the book to write. It was better 
to get it done in one long, sustained effort. Death always squeezed her 
heart. 
Had Dave been in town, he would have insisted she wrap it up and 
come home. Her life was restricted enough as it was. Her brother refused 
to let her spend all her time at the office. He would come lean against the 
doorjamb of her office and give her that look along with his predictable 
lecture telling her all she should be doing: Puttering around the house, 
cooking, messing with the roses, something other than sit behind that 
desk.
Sara smiled. She did so enjoy taking advantage of Dave’s occasional 
absences. 
His flight back to Chicago from the FBI academy at Quantico had 
been delayed due to the storm front. When he had called her from the airport, 
he had cautioned her he might not be home until eleven. 
It wasn’t a problem, she had assured him, everything was fine. Code 
words. Spoken every day. So much a part of their language now that she 
spoke them instinctively. “Everything is fine”—all clear; “I’m fine”—I’ve 
got company; “I’m doing fine”—I’m in danger. She had lived the dance a 
long time. The tight security around her life was necessary. It was overpowering, 
obnoxious, annoying...and comforting. 
Sara turned in the black leather chair and looked at the display of 
lightning. The rain ran down the panes of thick glass. The skyline of 
downtown Chicago glimmered back at her through the rain. 
tion, broke through from her own past. She could literally feel the dry dirt 
under her hand, feel the oppressive darkness. Reliving what had happened 
to her twenty-five years ago was terrifying. Necessary, but terrifying. 
through her fingers. Her adversary was out there somewhere, still alive, 
still hunting her. Had he made the association to Chicago yet? After all 
these years, she was still constantly moving, still working to stay one step 
ahead of the threat. Her family knew only too well his threat was real. 
The man would kill her. Had long ago killed her sister. The threat
D A N G E R I N T H E S H A D O W S 287 
didn’t get more basic than that. She had to trust others and ultimately God 
for her security. There were days her faith wavered under the intense 
weight of simply enduring that stress. She was learning, slowly, by necessity, 
how to roll with events, to trust God’s ultimate sovereignty. 
The notepad beside her was filled with doodled sketches of faces. One 
of these days her mind was finally going to stop blocking the one image 
she longed to sketch. She knew she had seen the man. Whatever the cost, 
whatever the consequences of trying to remember, they were worth paying 
in order to try to bring justice for her and her sister. 
Sara let out a frustrated sigh. She couldn’t force the image to appear 
no matter how much she longed to do so. She was the only one who still 
believed it was possible for her to remember it. The police, the FBI, the 
doctors, had given up hope years ago. 
She fingered a worn photo of her sister Kim that sat by a white rose 
on her desk. She didn’t care what the others thought. Until the killer was 
caught, she would never give up hope. 
God was just. She held on to that knowledge and the hope that the 
day of justice would eventually arrive. Until it did, she carried a guilt inside 
that remained wrapped around her heart. In losing her twin she had literally 
lost part of herself. 
Turning her attention back to her desk, she debated for a moment if 
she wanted to do any more work that night. She didn’t. 
As she put her folder away, the framed picture on the corner of her 
desk caught her attention; it evoked a smile. Her best friend was getting 
married. Sara was happy for her, but also envious. The need to break free 
of the security blanket rose and fell with time. She could feel the sense of 
rebellion rising again. Ellen had freedom and a life. She was getting married 
to a wonderful man. Sara longed to one day have that same choice. 
Without freedom, it wasn’t possible, and that reality hurt. A dream was 
being sacrificed with every passing day. 
As she stepped into the outer office, the room lights automatically 
turned on. Sara reached back and turned off the interior office lights. 
Her suite was in the east tower of the business complex. Rising fortyfive 
stories, the two recently built towers added to the already impressive 
downtown skyline. She struggled with the elevator ride to the thirty-fourth 
floor each day, for she did not like closed-in spaces, but she considered the 
view worth the price.
D E E H E N D E R S O N 
The elevator that responded tonight came from two floors below. 
A man was in the elevator. 
She froze. 
He was leaning against the back of the elevator, looking like he had 
Get in and take a risk, step back and take a risk. 
She knew him. Adam Black. His face was as familiar as any sports fig- 
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There were two connecting walkways between the east and west towers, 
one on the sixth floor and another in the lobby. She chose the sixth floor 
concourse tonight, walking through it to the west tower with a confident 
but fast pace. 
She was alone in the wide corridor. Travis sometimes accompanied 
her, but she had waved off his company tonight and told him to go get dinner. 
If she needed him, she would page him. 
The click of her heels echoed off the marble floor. There was parking 
under each tower, but if she parked under the tower where she worked, 
she would be forced to pull out onto a one-way street no matter which exit 
she took. It was a pattern someone could observe and predict. Changing 
her route and time of day across one of the two corridors was a better compromise. 
She could hopefully see the danger coming. 
Sara decided to take the elevator down to the west tower parking garage 
rather than walk the six flights. She would have preferred the stairs, but 
she could grit her teeth for a few flights to save time. She pushed the button 
to go down and watched the four elevators to see which would 
respond first. The one to her left, coming down from the tenth floor. 
When it stopped, she reached inside, pushed the garage-floor parking 
button, but did not step inside. Tonight she would take the second elevator. 
Sara shifted her raincoat over her arm and moved her briefcase to her 
other hand. The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. 
put in a long day at work, a briefcase in one hand and a sports magazine 
in the other, his blue eyes gazing back at her. She saw a brief look of admiration 
in his eyes. 
ure in the country, even if he’d been out of the game of football for three 
years. His commercial endorsements and charity work had continued 
without pause. D A N G E R I N T H E S H A D O W S 289 
Adam Black worked in this building? This was a nightmare come true. 
She saw photographs of him constantly in magazines, local newspapers, 
and occasionally on television. The last thing she needed was to be near 
someone who attracted media attention. 
She hesitated, then stepped in, her hand tightening her hold on the 
briefcase handle. A glance at the board of lights showed he had already 
selected the parking garage. 
“Working late tonight?” His voice was low, a trace of a northeastern 
accent still present, his smile a pleasant one. 
Her answer was a noncommital nod. 
The elevator began to silently descend. 
She had spent too much time in European finishing schools to slouch. 
Her posture was straight, her spine relaxed, even if she was nervous. She 
hated elevators. She should have taken the stairs. 
“Quite a storm out there tonight.” 
The heels of her patent leather shoes sank into the jade carpet as she 
shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Yes.” 
Three more floors to go. 
There was a slight flicker to the lights and then the elevator jolted to 
a halt. 
“What?” Sara felt adrenaline flicker in her system like the lights. 
He pushed away from the back wall. “A lightning hit must have blown 
a circuit.” 
The next second, the elevator went black.
UNCOMMON HEROES SERIES 
True Devotion, Book One 
Kelly Jacobs has already paid the 
ultimate price of loving a warrior: 
She has the folded flag and the 
grateful thanks of a nation to prove 
it. Navy SEAL Joe “Bear” Baker 
can’t ask her to accept that risk 
again—even though he loves her. 
But the man responsible for her 
husband’s death is back, closer 
than either of them realize. Kelly’s 
in danger, and Joe may not get 
there in time... 
ISBN 1-57673-886-8 
True Valor, Book Two 
Air Force Pararescueman Bruce “Striker” 
Stanton spends his life rescuing pilots 
downed behind enemy lines. Grace 
“Gracie” Yates spends hers flying an 
F/A-18 Hornet for the Navy. With 
dangerous jobs, often away from home, 
they exchanged love letters. Now a fight 
between Turkey and its neighbors is 
spiraling into a confrontation. For the 
military deployed in the region, it’s not 
just the occasional news headline—it’s 
their daily problem. When Grace is shot 
down behind enemy lines, Bruce has 
got one mission: get Gracie out alive... 
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Kelly slipped her hand into Joe’s as they strolled down to the water’s edge 
then turned north to follow the beach toward the Hotel del Coronado 
where their evening had begun. Music from the Ocean Terrace restaurant 
at the hotel drifted toward them, the colorful lanterns lit around the 
Terrace reflecting on the water. It was a festive mood. 
“One of the last memories I had in the water before you rescued me 
was from the last time we walked this beach.” 
“Really?” 
She nodded. “Friday night after dinner. You indulged me with a walk 
down to the Terrace to buy a frozen fruit smoothy. Remember?” 
“I remember the smoothy—it gave me an ice cream headache.” 
“I had forgotten that.” 
“I haven’t.” 
“What I remember is holding your hand while we walked, deciding 
how nice it was not to be walking alone.” 
He squeezed her hand gently. “Thank you. You’re welcome to hold my 
hand anytime you like.” 
Kelly returned the pressure, communicating without words her pleasure, 
and they walked in silence along the shore. This was the best memory 
maker of the evening. The restaurant, the movie, roses, and the bear— 
of all the images of the evening, this was the one she treasured most. She 
had walked this beach with Joe before, but this time it was different. This 
time in a new way she belonged beside him and it felt that way: special. 
The evening was going to end eventually, and she didn’t want that to 
happen. Would he kiss her good night? There were already stars in her 
eyes; that would certainly cap this evening with the best ending possible. 
The moonlight flickered as clouds skimmed over the sky.
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Joe stopped. 
She looked at him, puzzled, and saw his eyes narrow as he gazed 
ahead. 
There was only the dark shadow of the surf and the resulting white 
breakers. The sound clued her in, an odd interruption in the withdrawing 
surf as it pulled back to sea. 
They both began to run. 
A limp body was rolling in the surf, being thrown by the sea to the 
shore.
Faith and purpose collide in the exotic 
setting of this powerful love story. 
Through mysterious circumstances, Erica 
Tanner meets her late sister’s only child, Betul. 
Within hours, they are kidnapped and taken to 
India, where an unexpected friendship with the 
handsome Prince Ajari complicates Erica’s escape— 
especially when she learns he is Betul’s uncle. 
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