Silent Run by Barbara Freethy Read Free Book Online

all the strength he had not to walk out of the hospital and join in the search for his child. But the police were doing their job, and Dylan was on his way to the accident scene. It was smarter for him to stay here and keep the pressure on Sarah.
    So far Sarah had played the amnesia card exactly right. Her eyes had never once revealed any spark of recognition for him. Was she that good an actress? Could she really hide the truth so completely? Or was she truly without any memory whatsoever? It seemed impossible to believe that she could forget everything that had happened between them. She was probably faking it.
    Opening his eyes, he glanced around the corridor and saw a young woman watching him. She had dark hair and eyes, and there was a pinched look about her white face, worry in her expression. When she realized she’d been caught staring, she gave him a nervous smile. “It’s hard to wait,” she said. “I hate hospitals. They’re so depressing."
    â€œYeah, I know what you mean,” he muttered shortly. He didn’t feel like making conversation with a stranger. Fortunately they were interrupted. Jake got to his feet as a tall, gray-haired man paused in front of him.
    â€œMr. Sanders?” he queried.
    â€œYes, are you Sarah’s doctor?"
    â€œI believe so, if we’re speaking about the woman in 407 with amnesia resulting from a car accident."
    â€œYes. Her name is Sarah Tucker. I’d like to find out more about her condition. What can you tell me?"
    Dr. Carmichael stepped aside as someone pushed a food cart down the hallway. He waved Jake into a nearby waiting room. “Why don’t we speak in private?"
    Jake cast a quick look down the hall. Sarah’s door was closed. While he didn’t trust her to stay put, he knew she was too weak to go far. Even if she ran, he would find her.
    * * *
    "I want the girl,” the man said.
    Sarah’s heart stopped as she saw the man pull a gun out of his jacket pocket and take aim. His hand was calm; not a single tremor shook his fingers. She gazed at his wrist, mesmerized by the tattoo of a tiger. She’d seen that tattoo before. Where?
    The gun suddenly exploded, and a rocketing blast reverberated through her body, ringing her ears, almost knocking her off her feet. She put a hand over her mouth, muffling her scream of shock and terror.
    She couldn’t believe what had happened. He’d done it. He’d actually pulled the trigger. Bright red blood streamed across the tile floor. God, how could anyone bleed so much and stay alive?
    She had to get help. She had to say something, but she couldn’t get any air into her lungs.
    The scene in front of her faded away, turning to blackness. She strained to see some light, but she was completely blind.
    Someone was holding her down, covering her mouth and nose. She was going to be the next person to die. But he wasn’t shooting her; he was suffocating her, she realized. In seconds it would be over.
    Desperation broke through her paralysis. She pushed against the weight pressing on her, using her hands to swing at anything she could reach. Her fist connected with skin, bone. She heard a grunt, a curse, but the voice... it wasn’t the same voice. Who was it?
    Sarah’s eyes flew open. A man stood over her, wearing blue scrubs and a mask over his mouth and nose. He had a pillow in his hand, the same pillow that had just been covering her face.
    He was coming back after her. He was going to try again.

Chapter Five

    Sarah screamed as loud as she could, raising her hands to fight off her attacker. The man struggled for a moment, then swore and dropped the pillow before running from the room. Gasping, Sarah put a hand to her mouth. Seconds later Jake burst through the door, a concerned expression in his eyes.
    â€œWhat the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded.
    â€œA... a man,” she stammered, waving her hand toward the door. “Did you see him?