🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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Again and again, he stumbled across the diagnosis of concussion, together with the doctors' note that a large number of bruises in various stages of healing had been detected during treatment. Sometimes, there was still the accompanying form on which the areas were marked on a sketch. In most cases, however, this was missing. Just as there were many gaps in the forms. In addition, he could not always find a reason for the accident.
Only a few contained an explanation: she had bumped herself, clumsily got stuck on the edge of a cupboard, or fallen down a flight of stairs.
Ray dropped the sheets momentarily; his gaze wandered back to the room door, and his mind wandered. Of course, he had noticed that Eve seemed awkward in some situations. The young woman would reach for something, stumble over a rug, or get stuck on a step when climbing the stairs. Nevertheless, he had overheard the conversation between the good-looking medical student and her:
"I'm sure it's still unfamiliar..." the doctor had said. The words meant that Eve had not always been blind in one eye and that these circumstances could be related to the injury to her face. But the reports were simply too old for that. It just didn't add up.
Sometimes, the mind coiled around an explanation like a snake when you just didn't want to face the solution.
Ray stroked his chin and the beard that adorned his chin area thoughtfully as he turned a few more pages, skipping over some incomplete reports and treatments.
"Kaylen Conner, broken wrist after falling down stairs," he finally read.
Interested, he paused to read in more detail. This form was at least a little more carefully filled out than the others—finally, a document with more content. The case was almost two years old. He turned to the next page with his eyes fixed on the date.
"Pain and hematoma on the right ribcage," he murmured quietly. "Diagnosis: fracture of the sixth rib." His eyes fell on the date.
Blinking, he had to look again before he was sure he hadn't made a mistake. Panting, he expelled the breath he had just been holding. The two cases were only nine days apart.
