White Walls

By T. D. Fletcher

Luke Adams is your stereotypical 'good looking' businessman - dark hair, dark eyes and stubble lining his chiselled jaw. He is a successful businessman, breaks girls hearts, is wealthy and has arrogance to match. 

But when he finds himself in an abandoned hospital with nothing but white walls, everything changes. He has no idea where in the UK he is, no idea what he's doing there, and no idea what goes on beneath the depths.

All he knows is that something is going on that's not supposed to, and he's next.

• Language: English
• Publisher: T. D. Fletcher
• Release date: Mar 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386206286

Book preview

- Chapter 1 -

Departure

With the stealth of an experienced FBI Agent, Luke Adams slipped out of the double bed bathed in silk, quietly crept over to the bathroom and admired himself in the mirror.

He stared for quite a while at his chiselled jaw, perfectly defined by the stubble he had spent many years mastering. Bushy eyebrows were a sat perched above his eyes, dominating his face, and yet it was his eyes that people always seemed to be most drawn to. Luke squinted them slightly to create a sparkling effect which he seemed to control: a very handy tool when he'd spotted the girl he wanted for the night. He'd turn on the charm, and his eyes sparkled the way a diamond reflects sunlight – and of course, ladies love diamonds. Luke then switched his attention to his jet-black hair. He stared for a couple moments more, titling his head this way and that, finding certain angles and raising one eyebrow for his own amusement. He then smirked at his reflection.

Still got it. Even in the mornings.

He sought his suit, each piece having been scattered around the hotel room in his night of passion with the blonde. At last he found his white shirt, buttoned it up to the top, fastened his clip-on tie and exited the room, without a word to the girl sleeping innocently. I'll speak to her tomorrow Luke thought. He did not want to have to speak to her at all. He did not want to have to go through the rigmarole which was becoming routine whenever he spent the night with her. He did not want to say he loved her and promise her that soon they would be together, not because he knew that that was not true, but because he was just simply bored of saying it. I'll tell her that Dad called and I had to dash – she'll believe that.

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