Wraith's Heart
By Donna Steele
()
About this ebook
When Gail Duncan finds herself in her home town with no memory and, unfortunately, dead, she's a little confused. Deciding to stay close to Ryan Davis, the hunky detective investigating her murder she might as well help out on the case.
Ryan has other problems than this recent murder. He earned his honorable discharge but the past is still with him. He's used to seeing things as black and white, so what's helping him with his investigation, and why is his apartment no longer as lonely?
Together they work on the case and learn about one another, and what they can accomplish, in ways neither had ever dreamed.
Donna Steele
Women strong enough for love. Donna writes science fiction, paranormal and small town romances about women coming into their strength and having the courage to find and accept love. Now that she has retired from going into an office every day, she created an office at home and writes full time. Talk about living the dream! She was the girl at the party who was yearning for the quiet corner and a book to read (go Rory Gilmore!), and has been writing in her head since she learned to read. Getting those stories down on paper (or in her laptop) has been more fun than she ever imagined it could be. The possibilities of science fiction have always drawn her and she's read them all, there just needed to be a little more romance in them. She finally got up the courage to write them herself and is delighted to be able to share these stories with you. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter of RWA and the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers. She can be reached at www.steelestories.com, www.facebook.com/donnasteeleauthor, or https://twitter.com/steele_donna
Read more from Donna Steele
Nowhere For Christmas Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMoe's Christmas Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCountry Doctor Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDance Partner Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMac's Family Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRed Shoes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChristmas Present Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChristmas With Family Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWorking Christmas Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSmall Changes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHazardous To The Touch Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCancun Memories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChristmas Cookies Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSurvivors Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAll I Want for Christmas Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeach House Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHome For Christmas Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBefore You Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHomecoming Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Collection of Christmas Stories, Vol. 1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBrown Mountain Lights Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Wraith's Heart
Related ebooks
Bible Camp 2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDon't Touch Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Ablaze: Shenandoah Shadows Series, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHis Thug Love Got Me Weak Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsIt Won't Happen To Me: It Happened To Me Duology, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPooches, Pumpkins, and Poison: The Pooch Party Cozy Mystery Series Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Stick - a short story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsConard County Justice Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMystery of the Drowned Driver: Lucky Lexie Mysteries, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Code Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShe's Kill Crazy Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Sign of Nun Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGirl of Rage Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Dead Center: A Folly Beach Mystery Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDead Center Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath of a Shadow: Barbara O'Grady Mystery Series, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShadow Of Malice: The Lanny Boone Series, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLooks to Die For Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Sergeant's Daughter, a Story of Everlasting Love Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Last Plea Bargain Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Ties That Bind Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFull Fathom Five - The Homicide Files (A Lincoln Munroe Novella, #1) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Shocking Truth Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Outlier Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSaved By A Texas-Sized Wedding Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeyond the Horizon: Ghost Whispers 5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNever Forget Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Genesis: The Politician and the Hybrid: The rise of the Hybrids, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRed Secrets: Red Crime Thriller Series, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSinnerman: The Regina Grant Mysteries, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Paranormal Romance For You
Eternal Bonds Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5My Alphas: The Complete Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Games with the Orc: Monster Smash Agency, #1 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Modified Volume 1: Modified, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rejected Mate Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Blood That Binds US Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Entreat Me Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lost Siren: Rise of the Drakens, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shadows of Fire (The Shadow Realms, Book 1) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Blood of the Pack Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A Hunger Like No Other Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lassiter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fighting Destiny Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Flames of Chaos Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Kodiak's Claim: Kodiak Point, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Magpie Lord: A Charm of Magpies, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wish Out of Water Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5What the Hex: A Paranormal Rom-Com Novella Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lothaire Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Savior Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Haunting of a Duke: The Dark Regency Series, #1 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Warlord Wants Forever Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5My Oxford Year: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Mane Event Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Vampire Bewitched Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Chased by Moonlight Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Dweller on Two Planets Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSuccubus On Top Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One True Love Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for Wraith's Heart
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Wraith's Heart - Donna Steele
Wraith’s Heart
By
Donna Steele
Other Books by Donna Steele
Science Fiction/Paranormal
Rth Rising Series
Rth Rising – Book One, Rth Rising Series
Rth Claimed – Book Two, Rth Rising Series
The Melting Series
The Infection – Book One, The Melting Series
The Progression – Book Two, The Melting Series
The Cohesion – Book Three, The Melting Series
Another Time Series
Another Time – Book One, Guardians of Now Series
Alien Embrace
Wraith’s Heart
Before You
Learning Trust
Small Changes
Cancun Memories
Contemporary Romance
Dance Partner
Homecoming
Mac’s Family
Red Shoes
Welcome Home
Christmas Novellas
Nowhere for Christmas
Christmas Present
Christmas With Family
Working Christmas
Copyright
Copyright @ 2018 Donna Steele
Wraith’s Heart
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system-except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine, newspaper, or on the Web without permission in writing from the publisher.
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or name. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Cover Artist: Robert Steele, Second Edition ©2018
Previously published by Rebel Ink Press LLC
Dedication
As always to Darwin who makes all of this possible
And to Rollin, who made this book so much better
Chapter One
Ryan Davis pulled into the parking lot and left the car close to the ambulance. Having been awakened at two a.m., he hadn’t done his complete exercises, but at least he’d done the deep breathing on the way here. He didn’t enjoy a murder, but the call had cut short the nightmare and he did welcome that.
He approached his officer, but could see the paramedics were beginning to pack up.
Bring me up to speed,
he addressed the uniformed cop keeping an eye on the scene. Ross Jenkins was a uniform, young and enthusiastic. It was good he’d drawn this.
I got a call of a woman passed out in the parking lot, and an ambulance requested. We arrived together and they took over CPR on the woman.
He shook his head. No response. She was dead before we got here.
Shot?
Again the officer shook his head. I spoke briefly with Mr. Sanders,
he indicated the man standing off to the side. There were few bystanders this early in the morning. He indicated he was returning to the hotel, and saw her drop to the ground. No one around her. He called 911, started CPR, and remained on the scene.
He saw nothing.
No, sir.
Robbed?
Haven’t had the opportunity to check.
Okay. Looks like they want authority to move her. We better get some pictures, see what we can find.
It was damn early on a Monday morning. Someone from Doc Collins’ shop would be needed on site. There was a call he would have hated to make.
Great start to the week.
He approached the body now that he wouldn’t be in the way. He looked down and caught his breath. Damn, she was beautiful. He didn’t recognize her. She was young, maybe mid-twenties. Too pale of course, but her honey brown hair was long and disarranged around her head. It brought to his mind the look of a woman asleep with her hair curling and spread across his pillow. His hand started to go out and touch it before he caught himself.
He didn’t realize he had knelt beside her until he felt the asphalt under his knee. Why did the story of Snow White occur to him? That would cast him in the role of Prince Charming, and he was neither prince nor charming. He was a cop, a veteran and one of the walking wounded. The scars just didn’t show.
Lt. Davis?
He startled back to the present and dusted off his knee to buy the time to compose himself. "Yeah?
Do you want me to take Mr. Sanders to the station?
No. You stay here and secure the scene until CSU can get here. I’ll take him with me.
Yes, that would be best. He didn’t know the woman and his opportunity to get to know her was past, way past. But if she had been alive, he would have pursued it, her. Of course the first time he’d been attracted to a woman in ages she happened to be dead. Fitting.
He could see no wound and motioned for the EMT. I’m not seeing any blood.
There is none. I’m guessing heart attack. We didn’t find any wounds. Couldn’t pick up any scent of alcohol. She looks healthy. They’re going to do an autopsy, standard in a case like this, but I see no obvious foul play. Maybe drugs . . . Anyway we’ve called for the coroner.
Thanks. I’ll go speak to our witness. Jenkins, do you have her effects and the photos you need?
Jenkins held up a plastic bag holding a cell phone, wallet and keys. I’ll start on the photos.
Ryan straightened and headed for the man Jenkins had pointed out. He held out his hand to shake. I’m Lt. Davis. I appreciate you hanging around this late.
The man nodded. Andrew Sanders.
I’m going to ask you to come down to the station. We need a formal statement of what you saw when you discovered the body.
Yes sir. I’m living here at the hotel, but I haven’t seen her here. My wife and I are separated, and I haven’t gotten a place yet. I was at Sudswork, the bar over there.
Was she at the bar with you?
Ryan moved him toward the car.
No sir. I would have spotted her.
Ryan nodded in agreement. He would have as well. There was something about the woman that tugged at him. I’ll give you a ride. Hopefully it won’t take long.
He found his eyes drifting back to the victim.
I need to go to the station?
Yes.
He forced his eyes back to Sanders. It’s a formality. We need you to get what you remember down now, while it’s fresh.
Oh, yeah, okay. Don’t suppose I could get a note explaining why I’m no good at work tomor—uh, later today?
I’ll see what I can do.
Ryan motioned to his car, then turned back to Jenkins. I’ll be back as soon as I can. You have the scene until CSU shows.
Jenkins nodded. Yes, sir.
Ryan saw the younger officer had already taped off the area. He glanced at the young woman once more, then reached for his car door. Before he could enter, he spotted the CSU van turning into the driveway.
He opened the door and leaned in. I need to speak to the officer for a minute. Please wait here.
Yeah, no problem.
Sanders leaned his head back and rubbed his fingers across his eyes.
Ryan and Jenkins moved to meet at the van. Chuck.
Ryan nodded to the white haired man as he emerged from the vehicle. You got here quick.
Thanks for securing the area.
Chuck Ellerbee, head of the CSU team, scanned the yellow tape.
Jenkins nodded.
Are you thinking murder?
I have a witness in my car. I’m going to take him in, get a statement. I hope it won’t be long. EMTs said the coroner has been called.
Okay, I’ll talk to you later.
Chuck had already turned away, surveying the area from a distance.
Ryan returned to his car and couldn’t help glancing over one more time.
Sorry for the delay. Want to be sure everything’s under control before I leave.
I understand. Do you want me to tell you what happened?
Not here. What we’re going to do is give you a little privacy and a pad of paper. I want you to write down everything you remember. It can help you get it straight in your head and we’ll have a record.
Yeah, okay.
The only place with a semblance of privacy at the station was the interrogation room, which fortunately was empty. Ryan left the door open to reassure Sanders, and grabbed a cup of the truly horrible sludge they called coffee around here. When he’d been in training, he had thought tales of bad coffee were a myth used to keep the trainees in line. Unfortunately it was more than true.
He wasn’t grateful for the case, a young woman was dead, but the call had yanked him back to consciousness. The only positive so far. The nightmares were always more intense after his Friday sessions at the VA, but he still refused to take the prazosin. Dr. Simmons didn’t need to know that.
In less than twenty minutes Sanders stood at the door with a handful of paper.
Already?
Ryan joined him and they took a seat at the table.
I write training manuals,
Sander shrugged. You explain everything in words of one syllable and assume the reader is only fluent in kindergarten prose.
Ryan chuckled and glanced down at the neat handwriting. Go ahead, sign and date it in my presence, then I’ll ask you some questions.
Sure.
Sanders signed his name, dated it and Ryan did the same, then turned the pages over.
I’ll read this later. Let’s talk for a minute. When did you spot her body?
He pulled a small notebook from his pocket and picked up the pen lying on the table.
It wasn’t her body. I mean, she was standing by her car and then she collapsed.
Did she seem inebriated?
No. I noticed her, wondered what she was doing alone in the parking lot that time of night.
You’re sure she was alone?
I didn’t see anyone else. It looked like she started to turn, then she dropped. I didn’t hear a shot or see anything. Was it a heart attack?
It hasn’t been determined.
Oh, of course not. She looks so young.
Could someone have been down behind the car, where you couldn’t see?
No sir. There were no vehicles to the left of hers. I had a full view. She was leaning against the driver’s side back door. I thought maybe she’d come out to the car to get something she forgot or, I don’t know. Anyway she was dressed, casual. You saw her, jeans, not in those pajamas pants the kids wear.
Did you approach her?
Yeah, I ran over right away when I saw her go down. I had my cell phone and dialed 911 immediately. The woman on the line walked me through the CPR. I had some training years ago, when the kids were little, but . . . I hope I didn’t mess it up.
Ryan looked up. You tried to help, and you called for an ambulance. Don’t beat yourself up. Sometimes nothing can be done.
Why can’t I remember that in my own life?
Thanks.
Okay, that’s all the questions I have for now. I may be calling you.
Ryan said, flipping the little notebook closed. If you think of anything else, please give me a call.
He handed a card to Sanders. I’ll take you back to the hotel.
I’m not gonna even try to sleep. If I think of anything . . . I hope you find out what happened.
Ryan nodded and shook the man’s hand, then headed back out to the car.
Chapter Two
Gail Duncan woke with a start. Had something happened? What had awakened her? A noise, a movement? She heard nothing. Why was it so dark? Were her eyes open? After a moment she gingerly sat up, her hand out in front of her face. Where was she? This obviously wasn’t her apartment. Yes, her eyes were open for all the good it did. She couldn’t hear anything at all. She sat there, unmoving, trying to pick up any clue. Did it have to be silent too?
She hadn’t been anywhere this dark since that ride in Disney World—what was it—Stitch’s Great Escape? But she’d ridden it before they’d wimped out and made it a kiddie ride. She wasn’t there now. Deciding anger would serve better than fear, she focused on anger. Just where the fuck was she?
Nothing moved in the dark. Yes, she was totally creeped out. Damnit, she wasn’t going to stay here, wherever here was. Carefully feeling for the edge of whatever she sat on—metal? —she eased herself down. Good, a floor. Letting her fingers trace their way to an edge, she found a space where she could walk. There was another metal thing, table or tray maybe, beside hers and she sidled out from between them.
Holding her hands out in front of her, she shuffled forward, well, in the direction she faced anyway. Too unnerving, so she decided to let one hand trail along the metal trays. There were several of them. They all seemed the same width, then abruptly they stopped and . . . nothing. Shit!
She hadn’t run into a wall, yet. Continuing slowly, she shuffled forward until her hand felt more metal in front of her. She explored, her hands finding the edge. A door? Yes! A handle. It damn well better not be locked.
If this was some absurd practical joke, someone would be spitting out teeth. She was not scared. She was pissed off to the nth degree.
And maybe a little scared.
To her relief the door opened outward, and she stepped into a dimly lit room. At least it wasn’t black dark anymore. There were the regular all-night-lights in here—a green LED clock on some machine, red lights on the power strips. It felt bright enough to read after the previous room. It looked like some sort of surgical suite.
But she still had no idea where she was or why. She stopped and took a sniff, alcohol? Not the fun kind, rubbing alcohol or something similar. So this was a hospital? Was this a surgical suite?
How the hell had she gotten here? Why couldn’t she remember? Had she gotten drunk? That wasn’t like her. Drugged? No way. But she had to admit, wherever she’d ended up, it hadn’t been of her own volition.
Muted light came from a door on the opposite side of the room. The pebbled glass in the door displayed a sign or something across the glass on the outside.
She glanced back toward the door she’d exited to enter this room and stopped dead still. The big metal door was bolted—on this side. It was a vault door with a heavy-duty lever-like handle. If it wasn’t a vault, it was one damn big walk-in refrigerator. Well, that was obviously not the door she had come through. She had gotten turned around and there had to be another one. She pivoted slowly taking in the entire room.
There were two doors, the bolted metal door behind her and the one with the pebbled glass in front of her. Was she still asleep? Yeah, that was it, she had to be. It was the only way to make sense of this.
So, did she continue on or sit down and wait to wake up? Screw it, she didn’t want to be in here awake or asleep, so she pinched herself as she moved toward the door that promised more light.
Oww! That hurt.
She looked at her arm, but didn’t see a mark. Shouldn’t that wake her up? Fuck this, she wrapped her bravado around herself and pulled the door open, this one also opened into the room and didn’t appear to be locked in any way. She stepped out into a wide corridor.
Muted light filled the hall, better than the room she’d come from and tons better than the first room. She looked at the door to check the sign as it swung shut toward her.
Morgue.
She froze, terror sliding up her spine, an icy eel moving toward her brain shoving the anger aside. Morgue? She touched the sign knowing in her heart it would change when contact was made. That’s how dreams worked. Her vision seemed to be enhanced as she took in the layers of plastic forming the word. Black with white cut out to form the letters giving it the texture her fingers now explored. It didn’t change.
Someone had drugged her and put her in the fucking morgue? No, she didn’t know anyone that cruel, not any more.
Where was everyone? In a hospital, people should be around all the time. She would report this and someone would to be arrested. Hell yes, she’d press charges. She forced herself to step away. Breaking connection with the sign seemed to give her some slight courage. No, she could not allow herself to be intimidated like this. Never again.
Gail stalked up the hall toward the elevator sign. More courage returning as she distanced herself from the room. What hospital was she in? Where the hell was security?
The elevator responded to her call with an empty car and she stepped inside. Where was everyone?
The elevator stopped on the first floor and she stepped out into the lobby. As she’d begun to suspect, it was dark outside, night, normal dark and the visitor’s desk was not manned. She looked above the small desk area and read the sign.
Aurora Memorial Hospital.
No. No no no! She backed away from the desk. Get a grip, think.
Aurora? She was back in friggin’ Aurora? She hadn’t been there in ten years, maybe a little more. Why was she here now? The location alone would have ramped this up to full nightmare if the morgue hadn’t already. She had to get out of here. She wanted to go home!
She finally heard the sound of footsteps approaching her. In relief she turned to see an older African-American man come around the corner. He glanced at the closing doors of the elevator, but kept walking, ignoring her entirely.
Uh, excuse me,
she called as he continued on. Hey! Did you hear me?
He was gone. He hadn’t even turned around.