Word of Honor (Newpointe 911 Series #3)

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In the third book in the Newpointe 911, Jill Clark learns the meaning of covenant when she is taken hostage by a suspect in a deadly bombing but isn't convinced he's guilty.

What will it cost to keep a promise? Of the four people at the Newpointe post office when the bomb went off, three were killed instantly. The fourth, a five-year-old boy, lies comatose in the hospital and might not survive. Who would do such a thing? The answer comes in ...
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Overview

In the third book in the Newpointe 911, Jill Clark learns the meaning of covenant when she is taken hostage by a suspect in a deadly bombing but isn't convinced he's guilty.

What will it cost to keep a promise? Of the four people at the Newpointe post office when the bomb went off, three were killed instantly. The fourth, a five-year-old boy, lies comatose in the hospital and might not survive. Who would do such a thing? The answer comes in the form of a gunman crashing through the door of the hotel room where Jill Clark is staying. With a rifle barrel pointed at her temple, the young attorney suddenly finds herself the hostage of a desperate man whose actions hardly fit his claim that he's innocent of the bombing. Only later, when the suspect is behind cars, does Jill wonder whether he's as guilty as he appears. Prompted by a terrifying attempt on her life, Jill and old flame Dan Nichols dig deeper into the case. But standing in their way lies an obstacle Jill hasn't counted on: the power of a covenant. It could change her life. Or, with the clock ticking, it could seal her death. Word of Honor it book three in the Newpointe 911 series by award-winning novelist Terri Blackstock. Newpointe 911 offers taut, superbly crafted novels of fear, faith, and close-knit, small town relationships, seasoned with romance and tempered by insights into the nature of relationships, redemption, and the human heart. Look for best-selling books one and two, Private Justice and Shadow of Doubt, and the upcoming Trial by Fire at your favorite Christian bookstore.

Author Biography: Terri Blackstock in addition to her novels with Beverly LaHaye, is the best-selling author of the Sun Coast Chronicles, Second Chances, and Newpointe 911 suspense series and other books.

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The latest installment in Blackstock's (Shadow of Doubt) emergency services soap opera focuses on attorney Jill Clark and firefighter Dan Nichols. As Jill talks to Dan on the phone, she is taken hostage by the suspect in an explosion that destroyed the Newpointe post office and killed three people. Dan hears her terror and, confronted with her possible loss, prays for a chance to love her again. Jill's captor swears he's innocent and begs her help in clearing his name, but he won't name the real killer because of misplaced loyalty. Fast-paced action and a reasonable explanation for an improbable plot twist show why Blackstock is growing in popularity. Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310217596
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 9/28/1999
  • Series: Newpointe 911Series Series , #3
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 253,703
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Terri Blackstock

Terri Blackstock has sold over seven million books worldwide and is a New York Times best-selling author. She is the award-winning author of Intervention, Vicious Cycle, and Downfall, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the SunCoast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series. Visit her website at www.terriblackstock.com Facebook: tblackstock Twitter: @terriblackstock

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The small, hot post office smelled of mold and dust and hummed with the sound of several air conditioning units placed in windows around the building. Cliff Bertrand, the Newpointe postmaster, held his hand in front of one of the vents, and realized it was blowing hot air. No wonder the building was so warm. He gave the side of it a bang with the heel of his hand, as if that would shock it into spitting out cold air. But he knew it wouldn't work.

Sue Ellen will be whining all day, he thought. He looked over his shoulder at Sue Ellen Hanover, his postal clerk, who stood at the counter fanning herself as she waited on a customer. With a fake fingernail, she punched out the amount of postage that Mary Hampton's packages would need.

"You wouldn't know it was July," she commented as she applied the sticky metered strips to the boxes. "You'd think it was Christmas, what with all these packages."

"Just some of Mama's stuff," Mary said. "She went to live with my brother over in Waco, so I'm shippin' her some of her things."

"You two couldn't get along?" Sue Ellen asked sweetly.

Mary looked offended.

Cliff knew it did little good to scold her, but he gave it a shot, anyway. "Sue Ellen, that was rude. Everybody knows her mama just went to help with her new grandbaby."

Sue Ellen shot him a look that said his intrusion wasn't appreciated. "Cliff, you really need to fix that air conditioner. It's hot as blazes in here." She fanned herself with a manila envelope and turned back to Mary. "Yep, them babies always do outshine the older grandkids. Where's your youngun, anyways?"

"Out there." Mary nodded through the glass doors at the child playing on the floor with a toy fire truck.

"Scrawny little thing," Sue Ellen said, taking Mary's check. "Can I see some ID, please?"

Cliff shook his head at the absurdity of the request, since Sue Ellen knew Mary well enough to wag her tongue all over town every time the single mother stepped outside her house. He heard Sue Ellen tapping her fake fingernails on the counter, as if she had a million better things to do than wait for Mary to dig her driver's license out of her purse.

Disgusted, he grabbed his keys and the refills for the stamp machine, and headed out to reload it. As he pushed through the door into the outer room, he saw Mary's sandy-haired five-year-old crawling along the wall, running his fire truck as fast as he could. He smiled, but the boy hardly noticed him.

Cliff jangled his keys and opened the machine.

Instantly, the boy was on his feet, peering into the machine as if glimpsing something sacred. "Hey, there," Cliff said.

"Hey." The boy watched, fascinated, as he stacked the packages of stamps in the appropriate places. "Can I do one?"

Cliff grinned and handed him a stack. "Put those right here."

Pete's eyes rounded, and he slid them carefully into their slot.

"Good job. What's your name, son?"

Pete looked up at him. "Peter Jacob Hampton."

Cliff held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Peter Jacob Hampton. I'm Clifford Wayne Bertrand. How do you do?"

The little boy shook. "D'you do this everyday?"

"Every single one, except weekends," he said, closing the machine back. He looked down at the truck lying on the concrete floor. "Nice truck you got there."

"Thanks." Pete fell back to his knees and began making an engine noise as he ran along the wall.

Cliff chuckled and picked up his box. "See you later, Pete."

"Bye."

As Cliff pushed through the door in the back room, he glanced back and saw the child watching him with awe, as if wondering what treasures lay behind the mailboxes.

Pete watched the door close behind the man, and decided on the spot that he was going to be a mailman when he grew up. That, and a fireman. He went back to pushing his truck.

The door at the far end of the building opened, and Pete's attention shifted to the man coming in from outside. He was sweating hard and breathing fast, and carrying a box that looked like it held a big present. Pete stopped pushing the truck and sat up, trying to imagine what could be inside. The man stepped past him and set the box down against the wall, then started back to the door.

"That ain't where you put that, Mister," Pete said. "It goes over there." He pointed to the slots in the wall.

"That's right where I want it, kid." The man hesitated as he looked down at him. Pete noticed that the man was missing some fingers, and he bent some of his own to see how it felt. He started to ask him what had happened to them, but the man spoke first. "Hey, you know, that truck sure would fly on that half wall outside. Why don't you go out there and try it?" Not waiting for an answer, the man pushed back through the door he'd come in. Pete watched through the glass doors as the man climbed into the passenger seat of the blue pickup. The driver pulled away.

Quickly, Pete's attention moved from the blue pickup to the half wall he'd suggested outside the building. He glanced through the glass doors and saw his mother paying for their package. If he went outside, just this once, would he get in trouble?

Deciding that the wall's incline was worth the trouble it would cost him, he pushed through the door and hurried to the wall. His throat made a rumbling sound as he set his truck on the wall and gave it a shove.

He would never see it hit the bottom of the incline.

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The small, hot post office smelled of mold and dust and hummed with the sound of several air conditioning units placed in windows around the building. Cliff Bertrand, the Newpointe postmaster, held his hand in front of one of the vents, and realized it was blowing hot air. No wonder the building was so warm. He gave the side of it a bang with the heel of his hand, as if that would shock it into spitting out cold air. But he knew it wouldn't work.
Sue Ellen will be whining all day, he thought. He looked over his shoulder at Sue Ellen Hanover, his postal clerk, who stood at the counter fanning herself as she waited on a customer. With a fake fingernail, she punched out the amount of postage that Mary Hampton's packages would need.
'You wouldn't know it was July,' she commented as she applied the sticky metered strips to the boxes. 'You'd think it was Christmas, what with all these packages.'
'Just some of Mama's stuff,' Mary said. 'She went to live with my brother over in Waco, so I'm shippin' her some of her things.'
'You two couldn't get along?' Sue Ellen asked sweetly.
Mary looked offended.
Cliff knew it did little good to scold her, but he gave it a shot, anyway. 'Sue Ellen, that was rude. Everybody knows her mama just went to help with her new grandbaby.'
Sue Ellen shot him a look that said his intrusion wasn't appreciated. 'Cliff, you really need to fix that air conditioner. It's hot as blazes in here.' She fanned herself with a manila envelope and turned back to Mary. 'Yep, them babies always do outshine the older grandkids. Where's your youngun, anyways?'
'Out there.' Mary nodded through the glass doors at the child playing on the floor with a toy fire truck.
'Scrawny little thing,' Sue Ellen said, taking Mary's check. 'Can I see some ID, please?'
Cliff shook his head at the absurdity of the request, since Sue Ellen knew Mary well enough to wag her tongue all over town every time the single mother stepped outside her house. He heard Sue Ellen tapping her fake fingernails on the counter, as if she had a million better things to do than wait for Mary to dig her driver's license out of her purse.
Disgusted, he grabbed his keys and the refills for the stamp machine, and headed out to reload it. As he pushed through the door into the outer room, he saw Mary's sandy-haired five-year-old crawling along the wall, running his fire truck as fast as he could. He smiled, but the boy hardly noticed him.
Cliff jangled his keys and opened the machine.
Instantly, the boy was on his feet, peering into the machine as if glimpsing something sacred. 'Hey, there,' Cliff said.
'Hey.' The boy watched, fascinated, as he stacked the packages of stamps in the appropriate places. 'Can I do one?'
Cliff grinned and handed him a stack. 'Put those right here.'
Pete's eyes rounded, and he slid them carefully into their slot.
'Good job. What's your name, son?'
Pete looked up at him. 'Peter Jacob Hampton.'
Cliff held out his hand. 'Nice to meet you, Peter Jacob Hampton. I'm Clifford Wayne Bertrand. How do you do?'
The little boy shook. 'D'you do this everyday?'
'Every single one, except weekends,' he said, closing the machine back. He looked down at the truck lying on the concrete floor. 'Nice truck you got there.'
'Thanks.' Pete fell back to his knees and began making an engine noise as he ran along the wall.
Cliff chuckled and picked up his box. 'See you later, Pete.'
'Bye.'
As Cliff pushed through the door in the back room, he glanced back and saw the child watching him with awe, as if wondering what treasures lay behind the mailboxes.

Pete watched the door close behind the man, and decided on the spot that he was going to be a mailman when he grew up. That, and a fireman. He went back to pushing his truck.
The door at the far end of the building opened, and Pete's attention shifted to the man coming in from outside. He was sweating hard and breathing fast, and carrying a box that looked like it held a big present. Pete stopped pushing the truck and sat up, trying to imagine what could be inside. The man stepped past him and set the box down against the wall, then started back to the door.
'That ain't where you put that, Mister,' Pete said. 'It goes over there.' He pointed to the slots in the wall.
'That's right where I want it, kid.' The man hesitated as he looked down at him. Pete noticed that the man was missing some fingers, and he bent some of his own to see how it felt. He started to ask him what had happened to them, but the man spoke first. 'Hey, you know, that truck sure would fly on that half wall outside. Why don't you go out there and try it?' Not waiting for an answer, the man pushed back through the door he'd come in. Pete watched through the glass doors as the man climbed into the passenger seat of the blue pickup. The driver pulled away.
Quickly, Pete's attention moved from the blue pickup to the half wall he'd suggested outside the building. He glanced through the glass doors and saw his mother paying for their package. If he went outside, just this once, would he get in trouble?
Deciding that the wall's incline was worth the trouble it would cost him, he pushed through the door and hurried to the wall. His throat made a rumbling sound as he set his truck on the wall and gave it a shove.
He would never see it hit the bottom of the incline.

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    The books I have read by Terri Blackstock are excellent in that they show the human side of us but challenges us as children of God to overcome that human side and treat others the way that Christ would. Her challenges at the end of the books are very encouraging to us to enhance our walk with God.

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