Single Wired Female (Wired for Love Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

think to give that look to me? she thought. It didn’t make any sense. She had never owned an android—the thought made her sick. Could that android have picked up on her politics that easily?
    She thought about the fact that she was an outsider. Maybe the other patrons at the bar were regulars and the android saw her as a way out. It was all nonsense, she finally decided, and she ran to the kitchen to get a wet cloth to dab up the liquor that she had spilled.
    “I am really losing my mind now,” she said out loud and then laughed despite herself.
    There were so many oddities about her person that she wondered if the doctors had played around with her mind. Her device chimed and she reached up to look at the display. It was Sal, dressed in what appeared to be a raincoat.
    “Caught him yet?” she answered quickly, and the sound of thunder was the answer that echoed into her ear.
    “Sorry to bother you, Bonnie, but I wanted to give you the news before you see it on TV or whatever,” he said. He was serious, which was odd, and Bonnie’s heart began to race as if he was going to tell her that she had ten seconds to live.
    “No, no problem. What did you find out?” she said, sliding down to the floor with her eyes on the off-yellow wall of the kitchen.
    “Ronald is dead; he resisted arrest. We tried to give him options but he started shooting. I’m truly sorry, Bonn—”
    “Sorry for what? That’s awesome news. I no longer have to worry about that psycho!”
    “Well, alright, you took it better than I thought. Most people in your situation want to see a trial, see their attacker in chains, and get some closure that way and all.”
    “I’m sure I’ll cry myself to sleep over that idiot tonight, Sal. Thanks for giving me the good news. So what happens now? To me, I mean. You guys flying me back to Seattle? Can I come home?”
    “Not yet, kid. We shot your ex but if you recall, there was a woman with him. If you were to come back and end up hurt by his accomplice, well that wouldn’t make us very good law enforcement, now would it? Look, I know you want to come back to get your life back together, but we need another week. Could you please give us that?”
    Bonnie didn’t answer immediately but sat for a time staring off into space. She thought it peculiar that she could remember everything about her job but nothing of her personal life. Who were her friends? Was that old man really her dad? If she were going to get any sort of memory jolt, wouldn’t it come from a familiar place? St. Petersburg, Florida was a beautiful place, but she needed to be back in her own neighborhood. Would one more week wreck everything in her life? How much worse could it really get? She thought about this as the rain played a symphony to her ears as Sal waited patiently on her answer.
    “Do what you need to do, I appreciate all of your hard work. One more week, I can do that, though I hope you catch the bitch a lot sooner than that. I wish I could remember my friends and enemies to give some clue as to who she could be. But right now, all I can think about is the big vacant room that is my brain.”
    “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Bonnie. It will get better,” he said.
    She turned off her device without giving him a reply.
    She felt deflated, like an old balloon whose air had managed to leak all the way out. She had no past as far as she was concerned, so that had to mean she had no future. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, touching the scalp lightly to feel for scars. There were some, and at the base of her scalp was a scab that was tender to the touch. It made her curious. Why would a wound be back there if Roberts’s shots had come from the front?
    She thought about the video and the female accomplice, and then the memory of her attack came rushing in. It hit her mind like a tsunami that had finally breached a manmade wall. She remembered the pain and then her eyes flying open to see the shadow at her