Chapter 4

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FAITH's POV:
After I get off the phone with 911, I realize the house line has gone dead and I've lost the connection with Tim's phone, which only makes me break down again. I finally manage to get myself into the den and onto the couch and Audrey lays with her head in my lap while Maggie, Gracie, and Kevin all sit on the other couch in silence. About twenty minutes later, which seem like an eternity, a police officer knocks on the front door and Maggie lets him in. I get up to meet him. "Officer, have they found my husband?!"
"Hello, Mrs. McGraw, I'm Officer Dayton. We were able to locate the GPS signal on his phone, and we have local police and the paramedics heading over there now."
I place my hand on his arm as I say, "Thank you, I'm so worried. Is he near Upstage Studios? That's where he's been working all day."
The officer looks at me confused as he says, "No ma'am... Upstage is in northern Nashville, but your husbands signal was coming from somewhere in Franklin. I believe you own property there?"
"What? Yes. Yes we do, but... That's an hour south... I don't understand why he would have gone there. He said he was mixing the new album..."
"Mrs. McGraw, why don't you have a seat and wait for word from my guys in the field. I'm sure we'll figure everything out in time."
I take a seat at the kitchen counter and rest my face in my hands as I say a silent prayer that Tim will be ok.
TIM's POV:
I wake to sirens, and I can hear them getting closer. Thank God. I try to turn my head but I'm too weak to move. I've never been this cold, but at least it has numbed the pain. I really don't feel much of anything anymore. They'll be here soon... Suddenly I hear a crash and everything gets brighter. I can see a group of people running towards me and they all start talking at once.
"Mr. McGraw? Can you here me?"
"Jackson, check his vitals."
"We're gonna need blood, he's lost a lot of it."
"He's barely conscious, and with the location of the wound we have to be very careful moving him."
"On three, slide the board under, ready? One... Two..."
On the count of three the pain returns with a vengeance and the world once again goes black."

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