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Detective Jake : Ripped


Sheila Rae Myers


Copyright 2010 by Sheila Rae Myers


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OCTOBER 1, 2006


There’s nothing which can make a detective begin to doubt his own abilities more than the feeling he’d walked into a trap because he wasn’t alert enough to notice. Every nerve in Jake’s body had told him he was being watched before he’d stepped through the door of St. Cecilia’s Church. Instead of listening to his gut, he’d chalked it all up to those old childhood feelings of being watched by the statues on the church’s façade. Before Doug Sylvester had shot him, he’d told Jake it wasn’t a set-up, but that doesn’t mean anything to Jake. He’s positive Detective Lewis is dead and he’d almost lost his own life because he made a huge mistake.

For the first week after leaving the hospital, Jake could barely move without causing pain in his shoulder and chest and even the slightest exertion wore him out. Once physical therapy had started, all of that quickly subsided. Sure, he still had some pain, especially after the therapy sessions, but not like he’d expected. Usually all it took to alleviate the pain was a hot shower and a gentle massage from Clarissa’s soft hands. On the rare occasions those didn’t help, all he’d had to do was take a couple of over the counter pain relievers.

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