30 Minute Thriller - The Fractured Detective: 30 Minute stories

By Tabatha Rose

Detective Inspector Ryan awoke with a start, his heart racing. As he began to dress, Ryan could'nt shake the feeling that somthing was off.He had been experiencing blackouts, lasting from fifteen minutes to several hours. Ryan couldn't remember what he was doing during the blackouts, but he knows it was nothing good.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tabatha Rose
• Release date: May 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224907038

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Chapter 1:

Detective Inspector Ryan Jackson awoke with a start, his heart racing and his brow beaded with sweat. He sat up in his bed, the cool sheets clinging to his damp skin, and glanced around his darkened bedroom. It was one of those moments where you didn't quite know whether you'd been dreaming or if something truly strange was happening. The room seemed oddly still and quiet, almost unnaturally so. He threw off the covers and padded across the room to his dresser, where he switched on the lamp. Its soft, yellow light filled the room, chasing away the last remnants of the nightmare.

As he began to dress, Ryan couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn't just the dream or the fact that he'd woken up feeling like he'd been hit by a truck. There was an unsettling sense of dread in the pit of his stomach, and his mind kept returning to the strange events of the past few weeks.

Ryan was a dedicated, hard-working officer with a knack for closing cases. He'd spent the better part of his career with the New York Police Department, and he took pride in the fact that he'd never met a case he couldn't crack.

But lately, things had been different. He'd been experiencing blackouts, lasting from fifteen minutes to several hours, which worried him. His colleagues thought nothing of it, chalking it up to stress or too many late nights at the bar. But his girlfriend, Melissa, was becoming increasingly concerned. He could see it in her eyes when she looked at him, the way she would hesitate before asking if he was okay, as if she was afraid of what the answer might be.

And then there was the fight they'd had the other night, the one where he'd snapped at her and threatened to leave her if she didn't stop questioning him. It wasn't like him, he knew that, but he couldn't seem to help it. Something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was.

With a sigh, Ryan finished dressing and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and took a seat at the table, staring blankly out the window as he tried to collect his thoughts.

The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, but it didn't