EXCERPT FROM BETRAYED - A romantic suspense novel | Page 42

MORGAN ST. JAMES

Deep in my subconscious, I felt intense pain when Tommy
lifted my broken arm. From very far away, I heard, “Damn it.
Can’t feel a pulse, Sher.”
I remember thinking, “If I’m dead, I couldn’t hear or feel
anything, could I?” It was as though I was in a deep sleep, but
could still hear a word here and there.
“Sher—kid—dead.”
Even if I was able to move to show them I wasn’t dead, I’d
have been afraid to. True, I could still hear and feel, but maybe
that was how a dead person was. I kept wondering if I was
simply looking down on everything.
Then Sherry shouted. She sounded very angry. “Killed her.
Killed her—idiot. Clothes—get—hell out. Street—screams—
police.”
The last sound I heard before silence wrapped me in its
comforting cloak was the old man croaking, “Didn’t mean—kill.
Sorry—innocent—exciting. Goddamn it. Handle.”

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