Vulnerable (Morgans of Nashville) Read Online Free PDF

knocked out my math homework. I stayed in that night and went to bed early. And that’s all I remember until I woke up in the hospital. It’s unnerving to have no recall, especially for several days. I keep waiting for something to trigger a buried memory.”
    X-rays and MRIs confirmed the head injury to her left temporal lobe. “The doctors say memory loss is not uncommon.”
    “I suppose. It was several weeks before I could think clearly again. Felt like I was in a fog.”
    KC reappeared with their food and settled hot plates in front of each woman. He looked at Amber. “Loaded extra fries on your plate.”
    When she smiled up at him, her face lit up. “You’re sweet.”
    KC settled his hand on his hip. “Took me a minute to place you. The hair threw me off.”
    Amber sat a little straighter, raising her gaze to his. She hesitated as if sizing him up. “And?”
    “And nothing,” he said. “I didn’t work your case and I’m retired now. I’ll leave the figuring to Georgia. She’s smarter than me by a long shot.”
    Georgia understood what he was doing. Buddy used to say KC was dumb like a fox. Could make anyone relax. Open up. Tell secrets they never imagined they’d reveal.
    Amber reached for her soda and took a sip. “Good. I want this case solved. I’m at your service.”
    KC scratched behind his ear. “I know you do. Good luck.”
    Amber picked up a fry but didn’t bite it. “I searched you on the Internet after you called me. I wanted to know if you were legit and not some reporter trying to railroad me.”
    Georgia’s name would have popped up more than a few times in association with Annie’s murder case. “You get a lot of calls from reporters?”
    “I did at the one-year anniversary and then the second. Now that the fifth year is coming up I was expecting more calls.”
    “Anything threatening?”
    She reached for her phone and scrolled through her texts. She read, “ ‘Time you repent, liar. If you thought you escaped, then you are wrong. God knows what you did!’”
    “That from the same person?”
    “Yeah. But there will be others. I don’t know how they find my number but they do.”
    “Have you had the number traced?”
    Amber raised her chin a notch as if this was a normal problem she could handle. “I did a reverse search on the number but nothing came up.”
    “Has anyone approached you?”
    “No. But the change of hair throws most people off. I’ve not been recognized in person for a couple of years.”
    “What do you do in Dallas?”
    “I’m an account manager in an advertising company. It’s entry level, but it’s a good job. And the pay is decent.”
    Everything she said fit.
    “I’m glad you’re back. Maybe you being here will help solve what happened to Bethany and Mike.”
    Amber nodded. “Have you contacted Dalton Marlowe yet?”
    “He’s spoken to the chief of homicide several times, but he and I haven’t formally met. I’m sure that will change. He’s pressing to see this case solved.” Dalton Marlowe was clearly a man accustomed to getting everything he wanted.
    “You understand if you fail, he’ll do his best to ruin your career.”
    There were veiled threats according to Deke, but like her brother, she didn’t scare so easily when it came to the job. “I’m not planning on failing.”
    Amber’s mood darkened. “Good.”
    The two ate in silence for a moment before Georgia set her napkin by her plate. She had noticed the dark circles under Amber’s eyes. “Do you have a place to stay?”
    “I’m in a motel now. When the money runs low, I’ll hit my mother up for a place to stay.”
    “And you have a car?”
    “Yes. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” Amber balled up her napkin and tossed it beside the half-eaten plate of food.
    “I’d like to talk to you again soon. Amber, I’m assuming the cell number I called is still your number.”
    “It is. And yes. Call me. I’ll be here a couple of days. I need to see