by Paula Daly
‘No, you don’t want to do that.’
I think of the aneurysm clip inside Eve’s brain, and my heart races. One of the old metal varieties, Eve said.
I must have a strange look on my face, because at once the doctor stops speaking. ‘Are you all right?’ she asks, concerned.
‘What?’ I stammer. ‘Yes, yes, of course. Sorry, I was just trying to keep up with what you were saying. Getting a bit lost in all the jargon.’
She smiles. ‘Okay, then,’ and she reaches for the door. ‘If you’d like to take a seat in the main area, apologies, but we do try to keep this spot free so we can speak privately when necessary. I’ll authorize the scan and I should have some more news for you within the next couple of hours.’
I thank her and make my way to the general waiting room. DC Aspinall is with her partner at the front desk, and Sean has returned to his seat. Sean looks to me, expectant, and I give him a pained expression, indicating that we know nothing further, and sit down next to him.
I pick up a magazine. Start thumbing my way through and stifle a yawn.
Then I sit back and I wait.
Table of Contents
Cover
Half Title
Also by Paula Daly
Title
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Seven Months Earlier
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Ten Days Later
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
