Finding Euphoria

by C Becker

Overview

Hailey Langley refuses to be a victim and has moved on from her traumatic past. But her marriage problems worsen when a deadly illicit drug threatens to draw her into the life she left behind.

Mark Langley has allowed his job to interfere with his marriage, but he never suspected the secrets in Hailey's past might hold the key to solving both of his current investigations.

Together, they must unravel the mystery of the drug called Euphoria and find a way to save not only their marriage, but countless lives, before it's too late.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781509224913
Publisher:	Wild Rose Press
Publication date:	03/13/2019
Series:	Euphoria , #1
Pages:	416
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.85(d)

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CHAPTER 1

January 1998, California

Hailey Robinson stared at the masked man slouched on the tattered recliner. She shivered and huddled deeper in her jacket. A sharp pain stabbed her in the lower ribs, and she gasped. She turned her head away from the warm fireplace and glanced out the cabin window at the light fluffy snow. Daylight was creeping in. This man had better drift off soon. All night he had sat in his clown disguise and ogled her. The shotgun cradled across his bulging belly moved with each breath. Another batch of goose bumps spread across her arms.

Finally, his head drooped. Just a few more minutes. Let him fall into a deep sleep. Then she could escape. A heavy weight pushed on her stomach. What if the plan didn't work? No. she couldn't go there. It had to work. She glanced out the window again. The snow came down faster, heavier. The kidnappers had arranged a ransom pickup later in the afternoon. She had nothing to lose. How could her parents come up with the ransom when they couldn't afford a cell phone? At last, the man snored.

"Psst. Hailey, you awake?"

She turned her head to look at the boy lying next to her on the stone floor. The fire illuminated Sam's handsome face. "Yeah." The smoke strangled her voice to a whisper. "I can't sleep."

"Me, too." His voice was hoarse. "How bad are you hurt?"

Tears burned her eyes. Her sides throbbed as if a wild horse had trampled her. She'd do anything to feel her mother's comforting arms around her. "It could be worse."

"Are you able to run?"

She inhaled, and a streak of pain ran across her back. She closed her eyes. Papa would expect her to stay strong. "Yeah. I think so."

"Why did Madge kick you last night?"

"You stupid bitch. Your parents have no money." An ember popped in the fireplace. She wrapped her arms around herself, unable to stop her lip from quivering. "I don't know."

"Did you give Ken the key?"

She nodded. "I palmed it to him after I swiped it from Madge's purse."

"Good. He's the fastest runner. He'll start the van."

Hailey pictured the evil battle-ax yelling with a cigarette dangling from her mouth.

Sam leaned closer. "Sounds like this guy's out for the night. We should go before Madge and the other guy wake up. It's starting to snow. If we don't leave now, we're stuck."

The wind whistled outside. Getting off this mountain would be tricky. She started imagining a reunion with her parents and stopped. With her luck, something would still spoil the plan.

Sam nudged her shoulder, and she gritted her teeth from her arm's tenderness. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." She forced a smile and shivered. What was the point in telling him everything ached? "Wake Ken and Victoria." Rubbing her arms against the chill, she prayed for a miracle.

The four teens pulled on their shoes and zipped up the jackets they had worn while lying on the cold floor. Hailey hurried and finished putting on her gear first. Turning to the kidnapper, she knotted the laces of his snow boots together. That would slow him down.

Sam motioned toward the door, but Hailey pointed to the shotgun. "It'll protect us. Madge and the other guy have a gun. This dude's not waking anytime soon." Trembling, she held her hand on the stock and nudged the metal part around the trigger from his clutch. She held her breath and slid the barrel across his lap.

He grabbed her arm, and she jumped, dropping the gun on his lap. She jerked away, but he yanked her back. The clown mask, with unnatural red lips and wild orange hair attached on the sides, seemed to jeer at her. Chills raced through her body. Ken and Victoria pulled on her arm. Sam stepped forward and punched the man's face, once, twice, three times, until he slumped back in the chair.

Hailey quivered as she led the others in the race to the door. When she opened it, the frigid air snapped at her face. The cold gusts shocked her lungs, but she continued trudging as quickly as she could through the deep snow. The van was a distance ahead next to a dilapidated shed. Ken pulled ahead with Sam and Victoria following three steps behind. She couldn't keep up. Her ribs screamed, and she gasped for air. How much time did she have? She looked back. The two men stood outside the cabin, and Madge screeched at them. Hailey turned her head forward. Her foot banged against a snow- covered rock. Crying out, she fell forward in the snow.

She looked up as Sam spun around from a distance ahead. "Are you all right?" he shouted.

Pain bit through her leg, and she lifted her head. Behind her, a gun fired, and she turned. The kidnappers were running toward her. She twisted back again toward Sam. "My ankle." She struggled to her feet, but the heavy snow weighed her down. "I'll never make it."

The van's engine turned over. From inside the van, Ken yelled, "They're coming."

Sam took a tentative step closer. Too much space was between them.

A few yards ahead of Sam, Victoria turned. "Come on. Don't waste time on her." She raced forward.

Voices cursed behind Hailey in the distance. She was on her knees, but the pain in her ankle increased when she added weight. Don't leave. God, please don't leave. She turned her head once more. The kidnappers were getting closer. A thickness formed in her throat. "Go without me."

"No." Sam took another step toward her and glanced behind her.

"Go! Get help!" A chill spread through her body.

Victoria climbed in the van's front seat. Hailey shut her eyes. "Go!" Tears flowed as the wind whipped her cheeks. She tried lifting her knee and screamed.

A second shot fired, and the van's horn blared. The van propelled forward, fishtailing through the snow, finally hitting solid ground. "Okay, we'll find help. I promise." Sam darted to the vehicle and dove through the door that Victoria held open. Another bullet ripped through the air, pellets spraying the side door as it closed. A hint of gunpowder permeated the air. The van disappeared down the lane as one more blast echoed.

The shaking wouldn't stop. Her teeth chattered against the wintry air. Images of the bus driver and math teacher lying in a pool of blood at the gas station flashed through her mind. She visualized herself bleeding to death in the snow, her parents sobbing next to her body. Footfalls crunched behind her, and she twisted her torso. The dark muzzle of a shotgun pointed in front of her eyes.

CHAPTER 2

March 1998, Austin, Texas

"Aargh! Agh!" Hailey jumped off the bed, pushing into the darkness, thrashing at someone poking her arms.

"Honey, we're trying to help you," a soft female voice spoke.

She squirmed as someone gripped her arm. Why was the voice muffled? She tugged at her ears and sat back on the mattress, rocking herself. Momma. Papa. Where are you?

"Tie her to the bedrail."

"No." Whose gruff voice was that?

"But Dr. Hanover, we have to examine her."

She clawed the hand pressing on her shoulder. Lifting her other arm, she scratched the covering over her eyes.

"She's ripping off the bandage again!"

"Ouch, she's a fiery one!"

"Let her alone. You'll traumatize her even more."

Hailey pressed her palms against her ears at their intermittent babble. Why were they whispering?

"What if she hurts herself again?"

"I'll stay with her." Another man's deep gentle voice was clearer. Was he standing closer to her?

"It's settled." Dr. Hanover's rough voice was the easiest to differentiate. "Dr. Parker will stay. I'll check on you both later."

The room quieted and the unfamiliar pawing over her body ended. Next to her, the mattress sank. "Hailey. I'm Parker. I know this is hard on you, but we're trying to help you see and hear again. We need you to cooperate. Please don't be scared."

Her body trembled, and she sat rocking herself, concentrating on his voice. Something heavy covered her legs. She tugged at it — a soft blanket. When she pulled it over her chest, her body relaxed.

"You were hurt, but we're taking care of you. You're at the clinic of the Special Crimes Agency in Austin, Texas. The FBI brought you here after your rescue."

She scrunched her face as he spoke. Rescue?

"You were kidnapped. There was trauma to your entire body. Broken bones. Lacerations. Bruising. Burns on your back and face. But you're safe now. The whole team has been working hard to help you."

She lifted her hand and touched the smooth bandage wrapped around her eyes.

"The swelling should lessen over the next few days, and we'll remove the bandage. Dr. Hanover is designing another ear implant. Besides being a doctor, he works in the Research and Development complex. He makes gadgets to treat special cases like yours."

She gripped the velvety blanket and drew it to her neck. Where were her parents? Why were these people keeping them away? She lay down and rested her head on a pillow, mashing her hands against her cheeks. Would the nightmares come back tonight?

"Try to sleep. I'll stay for a while." Something about his voice soothed her, and her body relaxed. She would let herself nap for a few minutes.

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Knock. Knock. "Hi. Hailey. It's Dr. Parker. Are you ready for your big day?"

She rocked back and forth on the bed. He had talked about this day for a while. The days blurred together. What if she couldn't see after Dr. Hanover removed the bandages? She tilted her head as his heavy soles clacked against the floor.

A thud bumped against the bedside tray. "Looks like you didn't eat anything."

She remained silent and wiped her sweaty palms on her cotton nightgown.

He held her hand. "Nervous?" Why did he ask her silly questions when she didn't speak? "Dr. Hanover should be here any minute. He's been busy designing another implant for your ear — one that will give you more hearing."

Shaking, she gripped the crisp sheet with her other hand. Was she selfish to want both sight and hearing returned?

Another hard knock sounded. "Good morning, Hailey."

She stopped rocking. At last, Dr. Hanover was here.

He stepped closer. "I brought one of your nurses with me."

"Hi, Hailey. It's Jan." The woman's feminine flowery scent reminded Hailey of her mother.

"Let's begin." Dr. Hanover coughed. "It's important for you to understand that if your vision doesn't return today, your eyes may need more time to heal. Don't get discouraged. This is like the ear implants. We'll keep trying different approaches."

She straightened her shoulders. Please begin already.

Dr. Hanover's spicy aftershave took hold of her senses as he came closer. "I'll keep the lights dim when I remove the patches."

She waited, biting her bottom lip. The bandages pulled on her hair as Dr. Hanover unwound them.

Parker tightened his grip on her sweaty hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, now open your eyes." Dr. Hanover's words emboldened her.

Her heart pounded against her chest as she drew in a breath and exhaled. She raised her eyelids. Everything around her was gray. A lump lodged in her throat. She tried to swallow it down.

Parker squeezed her hand. "Give it a minute."

She blinked a few more times. Blurry figures stood around her. She blinked again, letting her eyes adjust. Beside her, Parker held her hand. Dr. Hanover and Jan stood next to him. They looked different than she imagined. Dr. Hanover was middle-aged, with dark-blond hair. And glasses. She never picked up on the glasses. Parker was more muscular. Athletic and handsome. Very cute. Dark eyes. Maybe in his late twenties. He was younger than she'd envisioned, and definitely taller than Dr. Hanover. Dressed in a white nurse's uniform, Jan smiled, watching. Was this friendly woman the monster touching her arm during blood pressure readings? The room behind them was fuzzy.

"Hailey?" Dr. Hanover stared.

She couldn't hold back her smile. Her eyes blurred with dampness. Blinking back the tears, she lowered her head in her hands and sobbed.

* * *

As the days passed, hope filled Hailey's soul. The soreness in her body lessened. She no longer screamed when the therapists stretched her arms and legs. The mauve bruises on her arms had faded into light shades of green. The nightmares diminished. Parker beamed as he checked on her each day. Dr. Hanover often visited, giving updates on the new ear implant he was inventing.

One morning, a phone rang and woke her. She concentrated on the hushed voice that answered the call.

"I can't have this conversation now. You knew about my intense workload when I took this internship. A baby will have to wait." Parker. She'd recognize his smooth, deep voice anywhere. "I'm not moving back to Chicago. Why won't you listen to me? I don't care if your parents can help with a baby. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

How long had she slept? She had drifted in and out of sleep countless times during these past weeks. She opened her eyes and focused on the doctor wearing a white lab coat. Thankfully, her sight was almost back to normal.

Parker stood with his back to the window and held a phone to his ear. "Don't call me selfish. I'm not ruining our marriage." The irritation in his voice was evident. "Why do you always argue about this? I'm keeping my options open. Can't you realize the benefits of splitting research and patient care? I'm still unsure what route I want to take with my career."

She rolled on her side and turned her head. His private conversation was none of her business. She pressed her ear against the pillow. It was useless. Her hearing was improving, especially in the lower range. The latest implant worked better than Dr. Hanover had expected. She scanned the room. Concentrate on something else. The vase next to her bed was different today. The nurses must have taken out the lilies and filled it with pink daisies while she slept.

Parker paused. "Grace, I have to go. I'll see you tonight." Soft footsteps tapped behind her. "Hailey?"

She closed her eyes and faked a soft snore.

A light tap knocked on the door. "I got your message. Any change?"

Dr. Hanover! She covered her long bangs over her face and peered at him.

Parker walked to the door and lowered his voice. "No. She's been asleep since I came on this afternoon."

"She needs her rest."

"She still doesn't talk. It's time to consider transferring her."

Hailey tensed her muscles. Transfer?

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Hanover spoke in a sharp tone.

"Her physical bruises are healing, but she has too many psychological wounds."

"She's not ready yet. She just had eye surgery a few weeks ago. And she's only regained partial hearing on her left side."

Parker looked at her and turned. "She doesn't even look at us. It's disheartening, watching her stare straight ahead, not registering her surroundings. It's like a solar eclipse has darkened her soul. I think she should stay at a psychiatric hospital."

Papa, no. Help!

"Absolutely not."

"Why keep the girl here if she won't speak?" Parker raked a hand through his hair. "We can't do anything else. Her physical injuries are healed."

"Keep your voice down. Don't let her hear you talk like that." Dr. Hanover shook his hand at him. "My, God! Just because a chicken has wings doesn't mean it can fly. You've read her blood tests. There are issues we haven't addressed yet. Why are you quitting on her?"

"I'm not. Someone experienced in psychology should work with her."

The nails in her fists dug into her skin.

"Bullshit! You're running away! You want to pass her off to the next doctor who will spend months medicating her, drowning out her emotions." Dr. Hanover lifted his hand and massaged his chest. "Why do so many doctors forget a living, breathing soul exists inside the body?"

"I'm not doing that."

"Like hell you're not. We may never realize the trauma this girl endured. She's paralyzed. Her recovery is only beginning, and she needs to make some big decisions soon. I won't turn my back on her. Besides, I'm still fine-tuning another device to restore the rest of her hearing. I say she stays."

Parker sighed. "I don't understand why you're adamant about keeping her when we can't give her the specialized care she needs."

A knife stabbed her heart at his betrayal.

"I'll bring in specialists. It's the least I can do for her." Dr. Hanover inhaled loud breaths and continued massaging his chest.

"What are you talking about?"

Dr. Hanover glanced at her, and she shut her eyes. She didn't dare move a muscle.

"Nothing. Please respect my decision. I intend to help her as long as it takes."

"But —"

"But nothing. I'll stay with her for a while. You have rotations to finish."

The room quieted, and she raised her eyelids. Near her bed, Dr. Hanover sat on a chair with his head lowered in his palms.

She bit her lip and remained silent.

(Continues…)

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