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Down Under with the Hottie
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Introducing Townsey and Graham from Paxton PI
After we got Graham into the ER, I sent my friends back to my house. They didn't like it, but they knew we were going to be there for hours. There wasn't any sense in all of us staying up all night. Liz's mother was strict, and she'd threatened before to put an end to our sleepovers if Liz kept coming home exhausted. Felicity might be bold, brazen, and fearless, but she was also a hardcore nap-taker. She was always the first of the three of us to fall asleep, and she was yawning every few seconds by the time I sent them home.
The medical staff had asked me a million questions. I didn't tell them where Graham had been. I didn't think he'd want me to. I told them that he was working on an investigation and that a car had pulled up in front of our building and dumped him out onto the sidewalk. I'd seen it happen in movies, so I figured it was possible.
They decided that giving him charcoal wouldn't help since it had been over an hour since he'd ingested the drug. They had him on IV fluids and oxygen. He was hooked up to the machines, so I didn't have to worry that his heart might stop beating. Well, I still worried, but I didn't have to keep feeling for his pulse. The machine would sound an alarm if his heart stopped beating.
The nurse came in with some supplies. “I was going to clean up his face,” she said. “Do you want me to get some pictures first, or can you take some with your phone?”
It hadn't occurred to me, but I got out my phone and carefully photographed his face.
“They could have killed him, couldn't they?” I asked.
She nodded. “Rohypnol is a sedative. It can be lethal. The doctor thinks they gave him something else too.”
The doctor came to the door of the room and spoke to the nurse. “Hold off on his face for now. The police are sending over a detective.”
Great. My brother was going to be very unhappy when he woke up.
The detective came into the room a short time later. I had drifted off for a few minutes, sitting in the chair next to Graham's bed.
“Townsey,” a voice said. “Can you wake up for a minute?”
I struggled to think clearly as I raised up to see Detective Joe McCoy.
“He looks terrible,” the detective said.
I nodded. Joe had been a friend of my father's. I trusted him, and so did Graham. Joe was my godfather. The man looked exactly the same as he had ten years earlier, and I was pretty sure he’d been forty then. His receding hairline seemed to have stopped at two deep vees on either side of his forehead.
“The nurse says he was dumped off at your apartment.”
“That's what I told her,” I said, carefully choosing my words.
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The medical staff had asked me a million questions. I didn't tell them where Graham had been. I didn't think he'd want me to. I told them that he was working on an investigation and that a car had pulled up in front of our building and dumped him out onto the sidewalk. I'd seen it happen in movies, so I figured it was possible.
They decided that giving him charcoal wouldn't help since it had been over an hour since he'd ingested the drug. They had him on IV fluids and oxygen. He was hooked up to the machines, so I didn't have to worry that his heart might stop beating. Well, I still worried, but I didn't have to keep feeling for his pulse. The machine would sound an alarm if his heart stopped beating.
The nurse came in with some supplies. “I was going to clean up his face,” she said. “Do you want me to get some pictures first, or can you take some with your phone?”
It hadn't occurred to me, but I got out my phone and carefully photographed his face.
“They could have killed him, couldn't they?” I asked.
She nodded. “Rohypnol is a sedative. It can be lethal. The doctor thinks they gave him something else too.”
The doctor came to the door of the room and spoke to the nurse. “Hold off on his face for now. The police are sending over a detective.”
Great. My brother was going to be very unhappy when he woke up.
The detective came into the room a short time later. I had drifted off for a few minutes, sitting in the chair next to Graham's bed.
“Townsey,” a voice said. “Can you wake up for a minute?”
I struggled to think clearly as I raised up to see Detective Joe McCoy.
“He looks terrible,” the detective said.
I nodded. Joe had been a friend of my father's. I trusted him, and so did Graham. Joe was my godfather. The man looked exactly the same as he had ten years earlier, and I was pretty sure he’d been forty then. His receding hairline seemed to have stopped at two deep vees on either side of his forehead.
“The nurse says he was dumped off at your apartment.”
“That's what I told her,” I said, carefully choosing my words.
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dari...
http://www.amazon.com/Daring-Hearts-F...
