Passions Of The Dead (A Detective Jackson Mystery/Thriller) - Plot & Excerpts
He expected the taskforce meeting to be brief, unless someone came in with something unexpected. Evans showed up first, looking fresh in pressed black slacks and a pale blue jacket. Her face had no visible signs of sleep deprivation. “Morning, Evans. You look great. Still taking that buzz drug when you work cases like this?” She flushed a little and rolled her eyes. “Provigil isn’t a buzz drug. You’re just jealous because I have a prescription and you don’t.” She sat and put her oversized black bag on the floor. “Now that you’re seeing a doctor, you could ask him to write you a prescription.” That reminded Jackson to take some naproxen. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said, getting up. He hustled into the restroom at the end of the hall and dug the little pill bottle out of his bag. The steroids he’d taken earlier controlled the growth of the fiber and he would cycle on and off the medication, probably for years. The naproxen was an anti-inflammatory that suppressed the pain he was still feeling from having his belly flayed open like a fish and his plumbing rerouted.
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