Person Of Interest (A Celeste Eagan Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
I heard him, whoever he was. It sounded like he was at the end of a tunnel—with a sweater over his face, voice all woolen and muffled. “Celeste?” Pain radiated from my biceps. “Yeow.” My eyes fluttered open to see a strange man standing over me. “Did you pinch me?” My words slurred like it was three-dollar Appletini night. “Why would you do that?” The young EMT—I finally got a glimpse of his nifty uniform—smiled down at me. “Sorry. Didn’t have time to grab the smelling salts.” He flashed a penlight in my eyes. “Can you tell me what year it is?” “Why? Did you lose your calendar?” The man frowned. “Checking for a possible concussion, ma’am.” “Ma’am? That’s what you call old women. I am not old. Do I look old to you? Actually don’t answer that, you look like you’re about twelve so to you I just might be.”
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