Big Chill

Hannah Howe

2015 оны 5-р сар · Goylake Publishing

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Book Three in the Sam Smith Mystery Series.&quote;Emergency!&quote; &quote;Christ! Who shot her?&quote; &quote;Don't know.&quote; &quote;What a mess.&quote;&quote;Better call Dr Warburton.&quote; ***Bright lights. A sharp, antiseptic smell. Pain. Nausea. Feel so weak. The cat, who'll feed the cat? &quote;Marlowe.&quote; &quote;She's babbling.&quote; &quote;She's lost a lot of blood.&quote; Blackness. &quote;Have we lost her?&quote; I don't want to die! ***A jumble of images, my mother, my father, but his face is so vague. &quote;Daddy!&quote; Nothing.***A man scowling, with a needle. &quote;I'm going to put you to sleep. You won't feel a thing. Just count backwards from ten...&quote; &quote;Ten, nine, eight...&quote; ***Nightmares, very vivid, all too real. So confused. So weak. ***Distant voices. Laughter. A nurse, smiling, reassuring. ***Alan, tears in his eyes. &quote;Don't cry, Alan, don't cry...&quote; ***Aching all over. Can't move my shoulder or arm. Very tired. More nightmares, too black to dwell on; make them go away... ***Sweating. Drowning. I catch my breath, like breathing for the first time. Eyes blink awake. Gasping. Try to rise, but head hurts too much. Fall back on to the pillow. I ache all over, but I'm alive! ***I was alive. But with a snowstorm gripping the city and with an unknown assassin closing in, I faced the most dangerous moment of my life and the very real prospect of feeling the big chill.