Author: Charles Sheehan-Miles
Release date: April 19, 2013
Age Group: Adult
Tour organized by: AToMR Tours
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Twenty-seven year old Carrie Thompson-Sherman has the life she always wanted: her PhD, a prestigious fellowship, and an amazing husband.
Her life begins to unravel as a jealous colleague puts her fellowship in jeopardy and a haunting secret Ray Sherman carried home from Afghanistan comes to light.
Hounded by a federal investigation and the ensuing media feeding frenzy, Carrie and Ray desperately lean on each other, until a disastrous accident puts both Ray and her sister's lives at risk.
In the last hour, Carrie and Ray will each find themselves faced with a choice.
A choice that will change everything.
The afternoon after I had my talk with Dylan, I rolled into Glen Cove at about one. It was unseasonably warm, so I threw my rucksack and jacket over my shoulder and walked from the train station to my parents’ apartment. Both of them would be at work this time of day. Dad had found work managing a restaurant at the waterfront, and Mom as an administrative assistant for a law office. Combined, they made about half of what their 2007 income was.
As I walked, my phone chirped, and I saw Carrie had messaged me: I HAVE NEWS!!!! :) I called her immediately.
“Hey, babe,” I said. “What’s the news?”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you can’t call me babe anymore. It’s Doctor Babe to you.”
A wide grin spread over my face, and I immediately responded, “Next time I see you, let’s play doctor.”
She snickered on the other end of the line and said, “That’s not all.”
Now I raised my eyebrows. “Oh yeah? Spill it, Doctor Babe.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said.
“Oh trust me, you’ll like it better in person.”
“Well, here goes. I got the fellowship.”
“Yes!” Her voice carried a hushed, awed tone, but I could also hear the pride in her voice.
“You’re amazing,” I said.
“I agree, I am,” she replied. “But don’t let that stop you from saying it.”
“Nothing can stop me from saying it. You’re amazing. Wonderful. Fantastic. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. Doctor Babe, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in life.”
She practically purred over the phone as she said, “You’re not so bad yourself. In fact, if you keep that up, I think I can put up with having you around.”
I grinned. “You’re sure?”
Then she dropped her voice to a near whisper, “Soldier, when I get to New York, I plan to take you back to my hotel and have my way with you.”
“I can’t wait,” I said.
So we said our goodbyes and I walked the rest of the way to my parents’ apartment with a huge smile on my face.
Looking back, it’s hard to imagine how ugly things would become at NIH once she was there. We had no idea. No idea what was brewing. No idea the Army and FBI had already gotten a court order to tap our phones, no idea that a jealous graduate assistant in Texas was already setting in motion what might be the end of Carrie’s career.
No. At that point, as I walked from the train station to my parents’ apartment, everything was hope.
My parents live in a large, three-wing apartment building. It’s modest, but not unpleasant. I walked along happily as I approached the building. I wasn’t going to see Carrie until a few days after Christmas, but I knew we would talk every day, and I knew the time would come soon when we’d be together.
As I walked past one of the cars in front of the building, both doors opened up and a man and a woman got out of the vehicle. They were maybe ten feet behind me, but I could clearly hear their footsteps as they sped up to catch up with me. I spun around just as the woman said, “Sergeant Raymond Sherman?”
My heart sank.
The woman was a tall African American woman, attractive, wearing a plain blue suit. Not as tall as Carrie or me, but still tall, maybe five foot ten. The man, a younger guy, blonde and smug, looked as if all his color had been washed away by the sun and bleach.
“I’m Ray Sherman.”
She held up an ID folder. I didn’t have to be a genius to recognize the military ID.
“I’m Major Janice Smalls. Army Criminal Investigative Division. This is Jared Coombs, with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
I took a deep breath. My heart had fallen through my chest, and I could feel my stomach tightening. I said, “I guess I don’t need to ask why you’re here.”
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