“Very much so,” she said, with a loving smile. “I’m not sure I can even have any more children,” she said. “Giving birth to Samantha here was really hard.”
“Well, let’s hope you realize what a gift you have.”
“Like I said, Detective, I don’t have anything to do with my parents anymore,” she said. “This is my life, and I will protect my child.”
With those words, feeling much better, Kate stepped out of that room. Four children alive, several dead, and God only knows how many more to be found in this case. She stepped into the little boy’s room to see him sitting up and eating some Jell-O. She laughed at him because his face was covered in green goo. More food was going into his face than his mouth. But his mother sat beside him, laughing. They both looked up when Kate came in, and the mother immediately bounced up, took one look at her injured shoulder, and cried out.
Kate hushed her. “It’s fine,” she said. “I’m fine.” She walked to the opposite side of the bed. “I had to stop in and see my favorite patient.” The little boy reached up his arms, and she winced, knowing this would hurt her arm for sure.
“Really?” But she came closer and, wrapping her good arm behind him, tucked him up close, grabbing both of his dirty hands in hers. She kissed him on the cheek and rocked him gently, subtly checking the inside of his left wrist. The mark was there.
The mother had tears in her eyes. “He’s acting so normal,” she whispered to Kate.
“A child’s mind is a wonderful thing,” Kate said. “Just love him, take care of him.”
“I will,” she said, “and thank you.”
With tears pooling in her eyes and uncharacteristic emotions flooding her heart, Kate quickly made her escape back outside. When she walked outside the front entrance to the hospital, a Porsche pulled up in front. As she stopped and stared, Simon hopped out, complete with his own sling, leaned over the hood, and asked, “Can I buy you lunch?”
She frowned at him.
He frowned right back. “I know. It’s not a good idea.”
“It’s a terrible idea,” she said.
He nodded. “So, lunch it is. Come on. Let’s go.”
She hesitated and then shook off her doubts. As she got in, she said, “I have to be at the police station at three.”
“Wow, try not to sound so eager,” he said.
“I’m not,” she said. “I’m supposed to get some award.” She said it in such a grudgingly harsh tone of voice that he laughed really hard, which made her smile. They were still grinning as they headed out of the parking lot. A whole lot of worse things she could be doing with her day. She looked over at Simon and said, “You know that it’s still a bad idea.”
“I know,” he said, “but I figured that we’ve made it this far, so we might as well see what comes next.”
She had to admit there was something to his logic. She had no idea what came next, but she knew what had come so far—and what was coming next—looked to be a damn good deal.
This concludes Book1 of Kate Morgan: Simon Says… Hide.
Read about Simon Says… Jump: Kate Morgan, Book2
Simon Says… Jump: Kate Morgan (Book#2)
Introducing a new thriller series that keeps you guessing and on your toes through every twist and unexpected turn….
USA Today Best-SellingAuthor Dale Mayer does it again in this mind-blowing thriller series.
The unlikely team of Detective Kate Morgan and Simon St. Laurant, an unwilling psychic, marries all the unpredictable and passionate elements of Mayer’s work that readers have come to love and crave.
Detective Kate Morgan has settled into her position and, although straining under her new caseload, is working hard. Simon is still a big question mark in her world—and his “gift” even more so. Dealing with a frustrating series of drive-by shootings has brought a three-year-old drive-by case to the forefront…
Simon had hoped that his visions would have stopped, especially now that the police had solved the pedophile murders. No such luck. But these new visions are confusing, chaotic, and nonsensical. Unwilling to share yet more disjointed and meaningless information with Kate, he keeps it to himself. Until he sees a pattern and connects to a woman,… one who is suicidal.
While Kate understands his physical and mental torment, she’s underwhelmed by the lack of detail in his latest visions—until she looks into another issue and finds out that the number of suicides are higher than normal, as in way higher…
Vancouver, BC; Third Monday in July
Detective Kate Morgan,a homicide detective for just over four months of her thirty-two years of life, walked slowly across the Lions Gate Bridge—officially known as First Narrows Bridge. Parked off to the side were several cruisers, their lights flashing in the gloomy light. It was not quite morning, and vestiges of the night still clouded the air around her. But the pair of ladies’ white three-inch-heeled pumps, placed carefully at the side of the railing of the bridge, shone with an eerie glow.