Why can’t I turn down a woman in distress?
I just took a case from the tearful, but very rich, widow Barker, whose husband supposedly died at the hands of a century-old phantom. He was the owner of Barker steel mill and it doesn’t take me long to realise that something very weird is going on there.
That’s not all though, a spectral dog has eaten a bloke at a junkyard and I’m supposed to work out how to get him back.
Everyone is lying to me about everything but my toughest test is dealing with the aftermath of my stupid decision to hire Amanda Harper. Not that she isn’t talented, intelligent, and capable, because she is. She is also drop-dead gorgeous and massively distracting.
She’ll prove to be an asset no doubt, assuming we live through the week that is.
The author currently makes about $6000 a month from this series, with sales growing every time a new book is published. There have been 4 new books this year and 2 more are planned. The books are regularly inside the top 50 on Amazon for their genre.
The author's sales rank on Amazon is sometimes inside the top 1000 but is currently around 3000. new releases will improve this.
Amanda had helpfully found and printed a picture of him this morning and pulled that from her bag now. We walked along fresh, shiny corridors. Skylights and full-length windows let in plenty of light. There were people bustling in both directions and when we reached an intersection there were people crossing through the flow and getting caught up as they tried to weave between the continuous stream of human traffic. Dartford General was a new, purpose-built hospital with wide corridors and automatic doors. We passed through Radiology and X-ray and then maternity following the signs onwards to our destination. We reached a vaulted atrium where a coffee shop, newspaper and magazine stand and gift shop were located. It was all rather nice I suppose, but it was still a hospital, so unless you were here to have a baby I doubted many came here for joyous events.
We reached the burns unit easily enough, Amanda flashed her ID at the desk once more and was pointed further into the ward.
Chris Partridge was sitting up in bed talking to another man who had his back to us as we approached. Chris was wearing jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, his right arm was bandaged from the elbow upwards, the dressing protruding from his sleeve. He looked up as we approached, and I saw his attention focus on Amanda. His eyes widened slightly, then I saw very visibly his eyes look down from her face to her chest, pause there and then go back to her face. It was something I had never seen before and I wondered what that was like for a woman. I brought his attention back to me.
‘Good afternoon, Mr. Partridge. My name is Tempest Michaels, this is my associate Amanda Harper.'
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