The Death Watcher (ROBERT HUNTER #13) by Chris Carter EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Chris Carter
- Language: English
- Genre: Thriller / Suspense
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Consciousness returned to Shaun Daniels in unsteady waves. First came a heavy
flutter of the eyelids, quickly followed by a desperate, gasping breath. The little
air that he managed to breathe in felt musty, leaden, with an odd mixture of
smells he couldn’t quite identify. He swallowed the few drops of saliva that his
glands were able to produce, but as he did he felt his throat scrape and burn, as if
he had gulped at a bowl of crushed chili, garnished with broken glass. The pain
made him wince and hold his breath for a couple of seconds. His eyes, lost and
out of focus, instinctively moved left then right.
Nothing.
Shaun could see nothing other than darkness.
‘What the hell?’ The words dripped out of his dried lips in a slumber, his
eyelids feeling too tired to blink fully open. Have I passed out again after another
heavy night of drinking?
The thought didn’t surprise him and the headache that had just exploded
inside his skull surely did feel like the mother of all hangovers.
‘Urgh,’ he grunted, as he took another lungful of stale air. He tried to
swallow some more saliva, but instead he ended up coughing, which triggered
the burning pain in his throat to join forces with his headache, making his whole
face throb.
‘Fuck,’ Shaun whispered, as he exhaled another drowsy breath. ‘What the hell
did I drink last night… gasoline?’
It was then that he realized he was lying flat on his back, against some notvery-comfortable surface. This certainly wasn’t his bed.
Where the fuck am I? The kitchen floor? The thought came with another tired
breath. I guess I better get up. I don’t even know what time it is.
But as Shaun tried to move, nothing happened.
‘What the fuck?’
He tried moving again.
Absolutely nothing – his toes, his feet, his legs, his arms, his hands, his
fingers, his neck… nothing moved.
‘What the hell is going on?’
That was when Shaun heard an odd sound coming from somewhere to his
right. It sounded like someone shifting their weight on a chair.
Shaun’s eyes immediately moved in that direction, but there was nothing for
him to see.
‘Hello? Who’s there?’ he tried calling out, but his throat was too dry… his
vocal cords too weak to produce any sounds louder than a whisper. Still, he
carried on. ‘Please, can you help me? I can’t move.’
Shaun got no reply.
‘Hello?’ he tried again. ‘Is anyone there?’
Silence.
What the fuck is happening? Is this a dream? Why can’t I move?
Shaun squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could before blinking them open
again. It didn’t feel like a dream. Everything was still there – the darkness, the
throbbing headache, the burning throat, the stale air… and he still couldn’t
move. He felt desperation quickly settling in.
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