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.
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.
“Don’t know.”
“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.
Stacy is a full-time police officer who enjoys crime scene investigation above all else, taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a young daughter. Her husband is also in law enforcement. Stacy is also currently serving on the board of directors for her local domestic violence center. She is very much into photography and carries her Nikon Digital SLR with her almost everywhere, just in case.
Thank you Clare!
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