Red Julie (An Olivia Miller Mystery Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Her mind was engulfed in a black fog. It was as if she was swimming up from a murky swamp. Her eyelids moved like heavy drapes slowly opening. They slammed shut again from the piercing bright lights that cut into her optic nerve like a knife. When she tried to move her arm it was like one hundred pound weights were attached to it. He mouth was dry and her lips felt numb. She brought her hand up to her face and pressed her fingers against her eyelids and temples, trying to rub out the stabbing, pulsating pain. She opened her lids just a slit to gradually accustom her eyes to the white brightness of the room. She lay on a hard, smooth, cold concrete floor. Flicking her eyes around the bare room without moving her head, she observed two plain cement walls. She saw no one. She listened. She heard nothing. She rolled over on her back and turned her gaze away from the two banks of cold, fluorescent lights embedded in the high ceiling. Rolling over made her aware of how sluggishly her muscles were responding.
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