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Detective Natasha Foster will put her job on the line to prove her gut feeling is dead on.
When Detective Foster responds to the scene of a crash, she finds the female passenger dead, a bag full of money in the back seat and a body in the trunk.? It is only when the driver, whom she nicknames Jay, wakes up with no memory that she must go with her instincts and continue the investigation in a way that was never taught.
Jay finds himself lost, but drawn to the beautiful detective who steps above and beyond the call of duty. His need to know if he was a victim or the criminal pushes him to try and recall what happened and who he is. With the pull of a trigger, Jay?s memory will suddenly return and with it, the terrible truth.
Excerpt ? Chapter 7 ? Jay
Normal people wake up with random thoughts filling their mind; little remnants of things they did the previous day or a list of stuff that was on their agenda for the day. Not for me, though.
I woke up slowly, as if I was fighting to get above a heavy cloud. My mind was sluggish, dark, and for the most part empty. The only thing that raced through my brainwaves was the fact that I didn?t know what the hell was wrong with me.
I heard a beep and a female voice in my room say, ?He?s waking up.?
Another voice spoke from right beside me, as if they were only inches from my head. ?Okay, I?ll be right in.?
Right in where? You?re right next to my head! I tried to turn and see where the voice came from, but pain radiated through my neck so I stopped. I reached up to touch my neck and wondered why my hands felt so heavy. I blinked and realized I had something attached to one of my fingers. I blinked again. Where the hell am I?
?Hello, there?? the first woman said. She was wearing dark gray medical scrubs and had an ID hanging around her neck. The name printed in large letters was Julie.
I swallowed twice before I tried to speak. ?Hello.?
Before the woman could say anything further, another woman in dark blue scrubs hustled into the room and directly toward me.
?Well, hello there, sir. Nice to have you back with us.? She smiled and glanced at the monitor near my head.
?Where am I?? I croaked through a dry throat, and tried to wet my lips with my sandpaper tongue.
?You?re in Fairview Memorial Hospital. Do you remember what happened to you?? The nurse drew her attention back to me as I tried to shake my head and winced. ?Don?t try to move your neck. You have some minor swelling in your spine. The collar you are wearing will help give you support and limit your movements until the swelling goes down and we know if there is any damage. How do you feel??
?Like I?ve been hit by a truck,? I rasped. ?Can I have some water??
?I?ll let you have a few sips, but you need to be careful. You were in a car accident and have been unconscious for a while.? She stepped away and I heard the click of fingers on a keyboard. There must be a computer behind me, I thought.
She returned to my side. ?Can you tell me your name??
I stared into her face. She was probably around forty and her brown eyes were intent on mine. My name? ?Um…? I searched my dark mind. What the hell is my name? I had no clue.
She put her hand on my arm. ?Calm down, it can be very confusing when you wake up after an accident. Do you not remember your name?? I saw her glance up at a monitor. I didn?t have to look to know my heart was racing. I could feel it thudding in my chest.
?No, I can?t remember it,? I stated.
?What about where you live?? she asked slowly, turning her attention back to me.
?Is there anything you can tell me about yourself?? she questioned.
?I?m in a hospital.? I heard her chuckle.
?Okay, why don?t you rest for a little while? I?m going to let the doctor know you?re awake. I?m sure it will all come back to you soon.?
?Do you know what my name is??
She stared into my eyes. ?Nope, I was hoping you could tell me.? She patted my arm, allowed me to take a long sip of water from a straw, and then turned and left the room.
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