as the Biggest Little Jazz Festival in the World. Might be worth going to.
Three rings. Four.
"Hi, Cameron. Nice to hear from you."
Cameron pulled his cell phone away from his ear and stared at it for a second. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Even out here in the sticks, we have this nifty little invention called caller ID."
Cameron smiled and thumped his head with two fingers. "You probably have microwaves and cable TV too."
"What can I do for you?"
The light turned green and he stomped on the gas a little too hard. Slow down. He needed to relax. "I've had some intriguing conversations with someone named Jason Judah."
"Ah yes. Interesting man."
"You know him?"
"In a town our size you know everyone. I've known Jason since grade school, but my guess is you didn't call up to get a deeper understanding of the man."
"True." Cameron braced his yellow notepad against his steering wheel and scratched Susan Hillman and the date at the top. No point in forgetting anything.
"Jason says I should talk to a man named Taylor Stone who knows a lot about the Book of Days that he's not telling."
"That's Jason's opinion." Susan laughed.
"So you know him?"
"Taylor? Very well. He ran the Three Peaks Post for almost twenty years. I think it's an excellent idea that you meet him."
"Okay."
"I'm curious, have you figured out why this Book of Days is so important to you?"
Cameron hesitated. As much as trusting Jason seemed like foolishness, trusting Susan seemed like great wisdom. "Yeah. Because of . . . I need to find it for my dad, and for my late wife, and also for me." He pulled into the parking lot of the Best Western and killed the engine.
The crackle of the connection was the only sound.
"And why is that? Why do you need to find it for yourself?"
Cameron paused a long time before saying, "Because I'm afraid I'm losing . . ." He didn't finish and didn't know what words to use to fill the silence.
"Did your dad say who wrote his book?"
"No, Jason says God did."
"What do you think?"
"I'm not sure if I believe in God."
"That doesn't prevent Him from believing in you."
Cameron smiled. "Thanks, Susan. I'll be by for another peanut butter cookie soon."
"I'll hold you to that. Now, here's Taylor's phone number and address. Ready?"
Cameron said good-bye, hung up, and stared at the information scrawled on his yellow notepad. Another dead end? Or a highway to answers?
After a quick shower he studied his notes and his eyes stopped on the verse Jason had told him to look up.
Why not?
He strode to his laptop and Googled Bible and Psalm 139:16. Strange. His heart rate accelerated as the verse popped up on screen.
"Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began." (Psalm 139:16)
Impossible. That couldn't be the book they'd asked him to find. Bible tale, urban legend, a Noah's ark-type story dressed up in New Age clothes.
Cameron went to the bathroom, doused his hands with water, and slicked back his hair. He walked back to his laptop, hunched over the monitor, and stared at the verse again as he massaged a double knot in his right shoulder.
. . . were written in your book . . .
Could it be real? Little chance. It felt like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, searching for cinematic artifacts. But this wasn't a movie. So what did Little Boss and Jessie see all those years ago?
Cameron went to his window and stared at the tourists sauntering up and down Main Street, the sun flashing against their cameras as they snapped pictures every few seconds trying to capture a memory.
Susan's words about meeting Taylor Stone played in his mind: "I think it's an excellent idea." She knew more than she'd told him. He'd heard it in her voice.
Time to find Taylor Stone. Now.
CHAPTER 13
There was no answer on Taylor's phone, and no one there when Cameron stopped by the man's house. He caught a break when he dropped in at the Three Peaks Post and chatted with the
Three rings. Four.
"Hi, Cameron. Nice to hear from you."
Cameron pulled his cell phone away from his ear and stared at it for a second. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Even out here in the sticks, we have this nifty little invention called caller ID."
Cameron smiled and thumped his head with two fingers. "You probably have microwaves and cable TV too."
"What can I do for you?"
The light turned green and he stomped on the gas a little too hard. Slow down. He needed to relax. "I've had some intriguing conversations with someone named Jason Judah."
"Ah yes. Interesting man."
"You know him?"
"In a town our size you know everyone. I've known Jason since grade school, but my guess is you didn't call up to get a deeper understanding of the man."
"True." Cameron braced his yellow notepad against his steering wheel and scratched Susan Hillman and the date at the top. No point in forgetting anything.
"Jason says I should talk to a man named Taylor Stone who knows a lot about the Book of Days that he's not telling."
"That's Jason's opinion." Susan laughed.
"So you know him?"
"Taylor? Very well. He ran the Three Peaks Post for almost twenty years. I think it's an excellent idea that you meet him."
"Okay."
"I'm curious, have you figured out why this Book of Days is so important to you?"
Cameron hesitated. As much as trusting Jason seemed like foolishness, trusting Susan seemed like great wisdom. "Yeah. Because of . . . I need to find it for my dad, and for my late wife, and also for me." He pulled into the parking lot of the Best Western and killed the engine.
The crackle of the connection was the only sound.
"And why is that? Why do you need to find it for yourself?"
Cameron paused a long time before saying, "Because I'm afraid I'm losing . . ." He didn't finish and didn't know what words to use to fill the silence.
"Did your dad say who wrote his book?"
"No, Jason says God did."
"What do you think?"
"I'm not sure if I believe in God."
"That doesn't prevent Him from believing in you."
Cameron smiled. "Thanks, Susan. I'll be by for another peanut butter cookie soon."
"I'll hold you to that. Now, here's Taylor's phone number and address. Ready?"
Cameron said good-bye, hung up, and stared at the information scrawled on his yellow notepad. Another dead end? Or a highway to answers?
After a quick shower he studied his notes and his eyes stopped on the verse Jason had told him to look up.
Why not?
He strode to his laptop and Googled Bible and Psalm 139:16. Strange. His heart rate accelerated as the verse popped up on screen.
"Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began." (Psalm 139:16)
Impossible. That couldn't be the book they'd asked him to find. Bible tale, urban legend, a Noah's ark-type story dressed up in New Age clothes.
Cameron went to the bathroom, doused his hands with water, and slicked back his hair. He walked back to his laptop, hunched over the monitor, and stared at the verse again as he massaged a double knot in his right shoulder.
. . . were written in your book . . .
Could it be real? Little chance. It felt like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, searching for cinematic artifacts. But this wasn't a movie. So what did Little Boss and Jessie see all those years ago?
Cameron went to his window and stared at the tourists sauntering up and down Main Street, the sun flashing against their cameras as they snapped pictures every few seconds trying to capture a memory.
Susan's words about meeting Taylor Stone played in his mind: "I think it's an excellent idea." She knew more than she'd told him. He'd heard it in her voice.
Time to find Taylor Stone. Now.
CHAPTER 13
There was no answer on Taylor's phone, and no one there when Cameron stopped by the man's house. He caught a break when he dropped in at the Three Peaks Post and chatted with the
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