Rogue Wave (The Water Keepers, Book 2) Read Free Page B

muffled, but this time I could understand his words. “What did you think of the results from your free trial?” he asked.
    The other man shifted, swaying into view for a brief moment. I squinted and repositioned myself. It almost looked like Dr. Jensen. Why would he be having a meeting in the stairwell? He had an office with a window and a great view. Maybe it wasn’t him. He moved too quickly for me to be sure.
    “The results were exceptional,” the man answered. “I’ve never worked with anything like it.” He placed his hand on the railing, moving back into sight. Yes. It was Dr. Jensen. I was sure of it. It sounded like he was sampling some kind of medication. But, a meeting in the stairwell? That didn’t make sense.
    “So, are you ready to work with us?” the man with his back to me asked. “Or do you need a little more convincing?”  There was something about his voice that sent an eerie chill up my back. The whole thing didn’t feel right, like an illegal drug deal or something.
    “No, I’m ready,” said Dr. Jensen. “I just need a refill on my supply. How soon can you deliver more product?”
    The turkey sandwich began to toss around in my stomach. The whole situation felt like trouble. I wanted to get out of there, but I definitely didn’t want them to hear me go. I inched my hand up to the rail as carefully as possible, and just as I was about to pull my body up from the floor, a loud chime rang through the air.
    In an instant, the phone in my pocket gave away my position. I froze for a split second in fear, glancing at the men just long enough to see two glaring, vivid blue eyes turn and stare back at me. I gasped and jumped to my feet, scrambling up the steps and rushing out the first door I could find.
    I glanced back at the door, half running, half speed walking down the hospital corridor, not sure what I had just witnessed. The flash of those glaring blue eyes haunted my thoughts as I banged my fingers repeatedly over the elevator button. The door opened and I rushed forward, holding my breath until it closed safely behind me. I shot my hand to the metal wall, bracing myself as I tried to breathe.
    All I could think about was the blue-eyed boy I’d once talked to while being held prisoner last November. Ash, the person who had helped kidnap me. Ash, the son of a terrible criminal. Ash, the guy who was supposed to be Rayne’s best friend, but who had disappeared and wouldn’t return any of Rayne’s calls.
    Could it really be him that was talking to my mother’s boyfriend in the stairwell? Why would someone like that be pushing questionable meds in a dark corner of a hospital? Rayne said that the guy was wealthy beyond belief. Why would he care about making a quick buck? It really wouldn’t make sense that it was him.
    The elevator dinged, and I stepped forward with caution. I looked up and down the halls, but there wasn’t anyone shady in sight. Once I caught my breath, and walked all the way out to my car without any obstacles, I started to wonder if I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion. Everything happened so fast. How could I be sure? What did I know about hospital policies on doctors ordering experimental drugs?
    Maybe the fact that I panicked was enough to have caused the release of past traumatic memories I’d been suppressing. It could have triggered something deep in my subconscious to make me think I was seeing Ash, when in reality it was just some random guy.
    I started the car engine and closed my eyes for a moment, letting the music from the radio calm my nerves. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was just being silly and paranoid. So, I spent the entire drive home convincing myself that I’d blown the entire situation out of proportion and decided to forget the whole thing ever happened.
    When I pulled into my driveway, I finally remembered that someone had tried to call me earlier. I removed my phone from my pocket and read the screen. There