She sparkled, glowed. He wanted that. So he had watched and planned. He thought if he could think about her hard enough, she would see him and she wou...ld know. But she hadn't noticed him, hadn't heard his silent calls. That would change. He would become all to her. He would be more than any other man had been. He would be lover and killer, benefactor and enemy. He would hold her life in his hand and gently show her how absolutely beautiful death could be.It was his Purpose. She was his. She just. You want to see him without chaperones.”“Mom!” Cheryl said. “I’m a college graduate. When Eve was my age, Janice was three months old.”“But Eve was married more than a year then.”“And she didn’t get married with you watching her and Keith every second, or even every date.” Cheryl didn’t know where this thing with Jake was heading, but she knew it would head nowhere if Mom supervised.Jake knocked on the Benson door a few minutes before six. This really brought back memories. Mr. Benson had more. I went to my sister’s house. I didn’t know what else to do.”“Ok, I’m going to come and get you. Everything is going to be alright. Just give me your sister’s address and I’ll leave right away. I’ll be there in about an hour and a half. I’ll protect you. Don’t worry about a thing.“I’ll try,” Angie replied. “I thought he was out of my life. Now he’s back. What can I do?”“I’ll take care of you. You need to trust me. Can you do that?”“I’ll try. Please hurry!”We said our goodbyes and then I called. Travers Chapter 1: Winds in the East England, 1975 Jane Banks walked into her town’s thrift store. She looked around. The same things that never seemed to get sold were still there. There weren’t many new things. Arnold, the shopkeeper, was tidying up. ‘Morning, Ms. Banks.’ he said. ‘Hello, Arnold.’ she said back in return. Jane was a woman in her fifties with brown eyes and brick-colored hair. She was starting to show signs of age, with wrinkles and a few grey hairs. People generally found her.