There was heightened color to her cheeks. "I don't think that's such a good idea."Īsh got up out of the wheelchair and leaned negligently against the desk so he could see every expression that crossed her face, eye to eye. She reached past him to rip the top page from the notepad and then crumpled it in her fist. "Just in case anyone tries to reach me here, I want to let them know where I am." He asked the nurse on duty for a pad and a pen and turned toward his "wife." Ash steered himself toward the nurse’s desk, taking her with him. Her eyes darted around, seemingly watching everyone. She was back at the speed of sound and, moments later, pushing him through the corridors in a wheelchair that was completely unnecessary, but required. He disconnected and got dressed just in time. "Just in case she is our slasher, you be real careful not to let on that the amnesia is just a cover." "The marriage certificate reads Josephine Belinda Bradshaw. Give me her name right now and I'll see what I can find out about her." Get her address on record somewhere before you leave the hospital, just in case you can't call with it later. You have any urge to stick around, you just think about those butts with the coral-frost lipstick stains on them that the cops found at the scenes of all three murders." "She lights up a cigarette, my friend, you get the hell out.
"How the hell do I know if she smokes? Look, I'll let you know where I am when I get there, okay?" "I don't think it's her."Īsh shook his head. He thought about the look in Joey Bradshaw’s eyes when he'd pretended emotional agony. This whole deal was supposed to keep you alive, not get you killed." "Well, she probably figures I don't know that, don't you think?" "And she expects you to buy it? You? The most dedicated bachelor in the state of New York?" “She has a certificate that says I married her in Vegas on Saturday." "I'm serious." Ash darted a glance toward the door and rushed on. "You? Married? Ash, maybe they’d better x-ray your head one more time, huh? What's going on?" "There's a drop-dead gorgeous woman here claiming to be my wife, Rad. When he heard his editor's voice on the line, he didn't waste time with preamble.
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When the door closed, he shook himself, got out of the bed, went to the door and cracked it, just to be sure she wasn't standing outside. He nodded and watched the sway of her hips, as mesmerizing as a hypnotist's pocket watch, as she turned and left. I'll go and see about getting your release forms and we'll get out of here." Her shoulders squared and her spine stiffened. He frowned, wondering how she managed to seem so genuine when she was lying though her teeth. I figured." She shook her head fast and her crazy curls swung back and forth over her face.
I didn't realize they'd let you go so soon with a head injury this serious. "Don't ever let me hear you talk that way again,” she told him.