Author: D.E Haggerty
Genre: Suspense, Thriller
Publication: September 1st, 2014
Why would a woman who has it all throw her life away? Morgan has the perfect life. She married the man of her dreams. Daniel is smart, gorgeous and successful. Everything she has always wanted in a husband and the father of her children. But he’s also domineering, overprotective and jealous. Is living with him enough to drive Morgan over the edge? Or does something more treacherous lurk beneath the façade?
Shaking hands steer the car to the nearest full service gas station. Only one or two gas stations in town still offer full service, but she had done her homework and knew this one did. Not only did full service guarantee that someone else would be pumping her gas, but its expense meant that there’s never a wait. Maneuvering the car to the furthest full service pump, she waits, hands clutching the steering wheel, for the attendant.
After what feels like an eternity to her fevered brain, the attendant finally notices her and saunters over to her car. Her eyes follow him, silently urging him to quicken his pace. Come on, come on. “Fill it up,” she squeaks at him when he finally reaches her car. She grabs her over-large purse and jumps out of the car, nearly tripping in her haste. Looking back, she whispers “I’m sorry” to the oblivious attendant before continuing around the building.
When she reaches the rear of the building, she frantically scans the area. Finally she spots the large garbage container, not in its usual spot. She jogs to it and squats behind it; shrinking into herself and covering her ears. Just in time. A loud bang shakes the earth below her feet. Looking up, she sees flames shooting into the sky.
Time to get out of here. She stands on shaky legs, taking a moment to calm her erratic breath before walking in the opposite direction – refusing to look back.
“Morgan, wake up,” Ellie lightly nudged her, but Morgan wouldn’t budge. After several more nudges and increasingly desperate pleas for her to wake up, Ellie gave up and got out of the car. She rounded the front of the car and opened the passenger door. After releasing Morgan’s seatbelt, she started to pull her out of the car.
“I’ll take it from here.” Ellie jumped at Daniel’s voice behind her. She nodded at him and moved out of the way.
Daniel gently picked up Morgan and carried her into the house. Ellie grabbed Morgan’s purse and mobile and followed him. She put Morgan’s things on the table in the hallway and was going to sneak out of the house when Daniel rounded the corner.
“Come on,” he said and grabbed her arm as he pulled her outside.
Ellie wrenched her arm free before turning to Daniel. She didn’t bother saying anything to him. She knew a man on the war path when she saw one.
“Chippendales! You took her to see male, exotic dancers!” In deference to his sleeping wife, Daniel wasn’t yelling but his anger was blatantly obvious.
Ellie shrugged. “So? What’s the big deal?”
“And then you got her drunk?” Daniel didn’t bother to respond to Ellie’s comment.
Ellie sighed. “Nope. I think she managed to do that all on her own.” Being flippant probably wasn’t the best way to handle Daniel, but Ellie wouldn’t allow herself to yell at the caveman.
“You need to stay away from Morgan. You’re a bad influence.”
Ellie shook her head. “Um, no, Daniel. Morgan is a grown women. She decides who she wants to see. Not you. We’re not living in the dark ages for heaven’s sake.” Ellie was now barely hanging on to her temper. Who the hell did Daniel think he was?
“We’ll see about that,” Daniel said before turning around and marching into the house. He slammed the door and turned out the lights while Ellie stood staring after him.
Morgan was still obsessed with Daniel’s locked office door the next day at the library. Instead of getting busy with her overload of work, she stared at her computer, trying to work, but not accomplishing anything as the words on her computer blurred together.
“Did you hear?” Dawn shouted as she breezed into Morgan’s office. Morgan startled at the sound of Dawn’s voice and shook her head to force the fog from her head.
“Jeez, Dawn, you scared me.” Morgan held her hand over her beating-out-of-control heart.
Dawn came over to Morgan’s desk, shaking a newspaper in her hand. “Did you see this?”
Morgan had no idea what in the newspaper could be getting Dawn so excited. “What are you talking about you?” She asked on a sigh.
Dawn opened the newspaper and laid it over the mess on Morgan’s desk. “Look,” she said pointing to a column in the crime section. Morgan waved her hand over the newspaper, caught up in her own drama and uninterested in a stranger’s drama. “Just tell me.”
“There’s been another rape,” Dawn was nearly shouting.
“Another rape? What are you talking about?”
Dawn sighed and crossed her arms. “Don’t you remember? There was a rape at that fancy hotel in Milwaukee a while back. And now there’s been another one!”
“That’s horrible.” Morgan sank into her chair. Dawn sat down across from her. She picked up the newspaper again. “It was at another hotel in downtown Milwaukee, but they’re withholding the location as they don’t want to scare anyone.” She continued to scan the story. “They’re calling it date rape. Don’t you hate that? Rape is rape. No is no.”
Morgan nodded. Based on personal experience, she could vehemently agree. Dawn went back to reciting the facts from the article. “It says the woman was picked up in some bar and then they went back to her hotel room. The victim, whose identity is protected, claims she tried to fight off the assailant, but at 5’4” the victim didn’t have much chance. The victim’s long hair was ripped from her head in places and her glasses were destroyed in the struggle.”
Morgan shuddered. “Dawn, that’s enough. We need to get to work.” She pulled herself together and shooed Dawn out of her office. She locked her office door behind Dawn and sank to the floor. Taking deep breaths, she tried to fight the guilt clawing at her. In desperate need of reassurance from a loved one, she stood and went to her bag for her phone. Daniel had left that morning for some conference. Although she was desperate to call him, she didn’t want to anger him by disturbing him and settled for texting – hoping he would respond.
About The Author
D.E. Haggerty was born and raised in Wisconsin but thinks she’s a European. After spending her senior year of high school in Germany, she developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. After high school she returned to the U.S. to go to college ending up with a Bachelor’s degree in History at the tender age of 20 while still managing to spend time bouncing back and forth to Europe during her vacations. Unable to find a job after college and still suffering from wanderlust, she joined the U.S. Army as a Military Policewoman for 5 years. While stationed in Heidelberg, Germany, she met her future husband, a flying Dutchman. After being given her freedom from the Army, she went off to law school. She finished law school and moved to the Netherlands with her husband and became a commercial lawyer for more than a decade. During a six month break from the lawyering world, she wrote her first book, Unforeseen Consequences. Although she finished the book, she went back to the law until she could no longer take it and upped stakes and moved to Germany to start a B&B. Three years after starting the B&B, she got the itch and decided to pull the manuscript for Unforeseen Consequences out of the attic and get it published as an e-book. Deciding that she may have indeed finally found what she wanted to do with her life, she went on to write Buried Appearances. After moving to Istanbul, she started on Life: Discarded , her third book. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune and reading books like they are going out of style, she writes articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, reviews other indie authors’ books, writes a blog about whatever comes to mind and is working on her fourth book.