The Agent

By Ruby Binns-Cagney

Cade Garrett wakes up in a hospital bed and learns that is the sole survivor of a near-fatal car crash; and that he was lucky to escape with just a head injury.
When he returns to his home, he finds that the locks have been changed.
He dials the only number in his phone - Harlan O'Keefe's - but it goes to voicemail.
Cade suddenly finds all his loose ends have been tied up; his contracts are concluded, and his bank account is extremely healthy to the tune of ten million dollars.
Money he has no recollection of having before.
Cade's life becomes enshrined in a mystery which almost takes his last breath to unravel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BinnsCagneyPublishing Co
• Release date: Feb 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463410370

Ruby Binns-Cagney

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THE AGENT

Ruby Binns-Cagney

Copyright © Gizzard Publishing 2020

Cover Image Copyright © Gizzard Publishing 2020

All rights reserved. The reproduction, transmission or utilization of this work by any means is prohibited without written permission.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the Author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to locales or to actual persons is purely coincidental.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

FURTHER READING

CHAPTER 1

The patient slowly opened his eyes. He raised his arm instinctively to shield his face from the harsh overhead lighting, which made his eyes water with the effort. He tried to focus for a moment upon what he could feel. What he could hear. Only the relentless pounding of his heart and the incessant chatter in his mind. He took a beat to look around and make the required calculations. He needed to get the hell out of there before it was too late.

What could he hear?

Distant voices outside the long narrow stark white room grew louder, moved inside his room. The voices and the shadows merged as people moved closer to him now, while his mind screamed from the horror of a rush of pain flooding his neural network and he lost focus momentarily. When he came to consciousness there were two people silently standing next to his bed. A man and a woman stared at him. Spoke in hushed voices.

He’s waking up. The man stood to the left of the patient’s bed and looked at the monitors surrounding his sleight frame. 

The patient found that he couldn’t turn his head to face the direction that the voice had come from. His jaw slackened, and he closed his eyes against the bitterness of bile and a raw taste that flooded his mouth. The tip of his pale white tongue flickered between his lips briefly. Swallowing clean air only served to worsen his situation.

His mouth and lips were extremely dry. He raised his head a couple of inches to take in the full length of his narrow body. His hands and feet were in restraints which kept him tightly clamped against the narrow bed. 

For his safety or for everyone else’s?

You’re in the hospital, Mr Garrett.  A blonde thick set woman with a musky odor.

Can you remember what happened, Mr Garrett? the male voice came, and then a beam of light from a thin pen-like object was shone into his eyes in turn; before the man clicked it off and slipped it into the top pocket of his green scrubs. There was a stain. Red blood on the man’s chest. A bright contrast against the lime green fabric, and his green nylon cap was askew. The blonde woman wore a white coat over jeans and a navy blue shirt with patch pockets.

Pain. The patient managed to utter a single word before he passed out. The female leant over to check his pulse, administered a new bag of fluids to his I.V. and then gently wiped the patient’s face with a cool washcloth. The woman turned to look at her colleague; seemingly he was the one in charge. That patient’s