Each Day I Wake: A gripping psychological thriller: US Edition Read Free

“Don’t worry, love. Don’t take it as a bad sign that you can’t recall them yet. Give it time.”
    I shook my head. “It’s painful, Janet. Not recognizing these people when I must have been working with them.”
    I looked back at the photograph. “So, who’s the fifth man?”
    She leaned back. “I think his name is Tunny. Geoff Tunny. But to me he’s just someone else who worked in your team at the paper. Someone I never met and someone you never said much about.”
    I stared at him for a long time, wishing what I must know about him would return.
    He looked older than me. Had a crooked face. A knowing look in his eyes.
    But I could recall nothing about him.
    Janet told me that was enough for today, that I shouldn’t overload myself with too much information all at once.
    I wanted to tell her that for all her hard work the only events I could recall in truth were the deaths of those young women. I worried that if I told her, even she wouldn’t understand. But I needed to tell someone.
    Instead I asked her what the police were doing about what happened to me. “Have the police found anything yet? About how I ended up in the North Dock?”
    Her reply was calm and considered but I could tell from the quiver in her voice that she was concerned at the lack of progress the police were making. “They’re still investigating, dear. We need to give them time.”
    “But there’s been nothing more from them, nothing since I gave them the statement in the hospital?”
    “Nothing yet. If there are no other witnesses, it may be difficult.”
    “You mean I may be the only witness and I can’t remember a thing about it.”
    She squeezed my hand. “It’s too soon to worry about that, Tom. There will be plenty of time to talk to them once you recall what happened.”

CHAPTER 12
    I was feeling stronger. The pain in my body was lessening each day.
    I decided to go out for a walk.
    I didn’t tell Janet.
    I wanted to know if I belonged on these streets, in this city.
    Walking wasn’t that difficult. The pain lessened with each step.
    It was just a small distance down Lombard Street to the Tanneries. I knew where this led. It was the narrow alley that ran alongside the abandoned cinema, a short cut that would take me onto Dam Street and on towards the center of the medieval city.
    I walked along the alley and made it onto Dam Street, on past the centuries old squat houses, many now converted into shops and cafés, and up to Speaker’s Corner. I knew what I would find. There was a stand where anyone could have their say but too few did.
    I knew when I turned that corner, I’d be facing on to Minster Pool.
    It was raining. There was a young father with his four year old daughter and he was showing her how to throw bread to the ducks. I stopped and watched the delight on her face as a mother duck with a trail of five ducklings paddled over from the other side of the pool and started lapping up the bread from the water. The father had set his umbrella to one side on the low iron fence that surrounded the pool. It overbalanced and fell into the water. He groped down to retrieve it but couldn’t quite reach. He smiled at the thought that he was going to have to leave it there and get wet while his daughter, dressed for the weather in rain hat and coat, would be as dry as a bone.
    The sight of the umbrella falling into the water sent a shock of fear throughout me. My heart began to pound. My stomach clenched. I broke out into a nervous sweat. I tried to walk on but my legs felt so weak I was unable to move.
    I was back in the water. Back in the North Dock. Feeling the cold, cold water filling my lungs. Sinking. Drowning. Drowning again.
    I gripped the railings that surrounded the pool and tried to breathe. I felt for my pulse. It was racing.
    The young father came over and offered to help. “You OK?”
    I concentrated on making a reply. “I’m fine. Just a turn. It will pass.”
    “You’re sure?”
    I nodded. “It will