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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Krimi
- Sprache: Englisch
Hanna Moorland is a young woman in her early 30s who dreams of a future together with her fiancé David. When an accident destroys all her dreams, she becomes the victim of an intrigue from which there seems to be no escape. Beware of the evil!
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Hanna stood at the window with a cup of coffee in her hand, looked out and noticed that the sun was shining. She has been sleeping a little better for two weeks now.
Fortunately, the antidepressants prescribed by Dr. Klein finally seemed to work after three weeks, but unfortunately, they did not help against her nightmares.
She still woke up night after night in a sweat and her heart was beating up to her neck. The doctor thought it was a perfectly normal reaction after such a severe trauma as the one she had experienced. She just had to be patient enough with herself; the doctor advised her that eventually, everything would be okay again. However, she remained sceptical because half a year had passed since David had died.
She closed her eyes to live through it again how the car started to roll, went off the road and crashed into a tree. David lay dead beside her; a thick branch had pierced him.
Her limbs, however, were grotesquely twisting in all directions, and she had a heavily bleeding laceration on her forehead.
As she opened her eyes again, she swayed. Hanna, therefore, had to lean on the kitchen table for a few seconds; otherwise, she would have fallen over.
According to the police report, David had simply driven too fast. Nevertheless, Hanna knew that this was not true because just before David lost control of the car, another vehicle was waiting for them.
The driver of the other vehicle had forced their car off the road and then committed a hit and run.
She tore herself away from the agonizing thoughts then looked at the watch. At 7.30 a.m., it was time to get ready for her session with Dr. Klein.
While she was about to go into the bedroom to get dressed, the phone rang unexpectedly.
When she picked up the receiver, a deep male voice answered, “We should talk to each other,” the stranger explained.
“I know who killed your boyfriend.”
“We are meeting this afternoon at 15 o'clock in the City Park. Please come alone.”
Hanna was about to ask whom she was talking to, how he knew her and how he knew about the accident, but at that very moment the stranger ended the phone call, she only heard the endless ringing of the dial tone.
For a moment, she wondered if this call was just a figment of her imagination. Since the accident, she could not always trust her perception. “Maybe it's a consequence of the brain injury,” she suspected. “It's quite possible that I'm not quite well yet,” thought Hanna so, she dressed.
Tom Klein sat in his office at 7:45 a.m., as he did every morning, to prepare for his first patient. She was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. For half a year, he had not been able to get any significant Progress.
He was putting the book on traumatology back on the shelf to his right when his secretary came in to bring him an extra-strong cup of coffee.
“Good morning, doctor!”
“Morning, Glenda. Please send in the patient.”
“Will do,” replied the secretary and left the room.
Hanna entered the treatment room and took a seat in the brown armchair next to the window. Nervously she wiped a blonde curl out of her forehead with her left hand.
“How are you?” The doctor asked he fixed her through his thick glasses.
“How are the nightmares?”
“They are still the same.”
“Did you write down the contents of your dream after you woke up, as I recommended?” “Yes, but I don't see any use for me.”
“The point of this is to understand your dreams better and learn how to control them.”
“Psychology also refers to this as lucid dreaming.”
“Okay, I just doubt it works that way.”
“Practice makes perfect.”
“In time. Success is already set.”
“Is there anything else you want to discuss with me today?”
“No,” she replied. She did not intend to tell him about the call; it was not important anyway.
“All right,” said Dr. Klein.
“The medications are taking you well enough?”
“Except for the dry mouth, I can't complain.”
“Wonderful, I'll see you next week,” he said.
Finally, the doctor shook her hand as a farewell gesture.
After the session, Hanna decided to stroll through the city. She looked into the window displays, a green blouse she liked especially well, but she did not have enough money with her, so she had to do without. She also wanted to lie on the comfortable couch in her living room as soon as possible, because this was one of her favourite places at the time.
When she finally arrived home, she put the key in the lock, opened the door and got scared - the apartment resembled a battlefield. All drawers been torn out, and whoever had entered the apartment had ruthlessly spread her things all over the floor. Silently, Hanna pulled a can of pepper spray from her coat pocket and entered the apartment in fear. After making sure that no one else was there, she rushed to the phone to call the police.
The police officer a quarter-hour later arrived at her apartment and was standing in the door; he seemed two meters tall. He had a frightening aura that intimidated her a bit.
Beneath his uniform, a muscular body stood out, which Hanna found quite sexy.
“Well, you called us about a burglary?” asked the officer.
At the same time, he checked the door for signs of a break-in. He recognised immediately that it was unscathed.
“Yes, I did.”
“What is your name?”
“Hanna Mooreland.”
“Has anything been stolen?”
“No, I don't think so.”
“All right.”
“But this morning I got a strange phone call.
A man called to say he knew who was responsible for the accident that killed my fiancé.
At first, I didn't think anything of it, but now I wonder if there could be a connection.”
“Really?” The officer replied
and looked around the room with interest.
Besides all the mess the burglar had left behind, he noticed several empty wine bottles and a can of psychotropic drugs. For him, it was a clear case of too much alcohol in combination with medication. For a moment, he thought about whether he should tell her his suspicion.
Then he said, “Miss Mooreland, I think everything seems to be in perfect order here. You have nothing further to worry about.”
“But what about the caller?” “Well, I guess it was just a bad joke.”
“Maybe the joker has read about the accident in the newspaper.” “Are you sure?”
“There are some weirdos that get a kick out of it.”
“Don't worry your pretty little head about it; it's a waste of time.” With these words, the giant said goodbye.
Hanna did not want to share his opinion. Too many things just did not fit together. She decided to call Brenda because she could always rely on her opinion. Her sister often looked at things from a different perspective, which helped her to see new aspects.
Brenda Turkins was standing in the cellar to put the laundry in the dryer, when the phone rang.
She pulled the phone out of the trouser pocket, answering “Hello Han ...” That was all she could get because Hanna fell into her word.
She sounded very excited, which since her accident caused her to start stuttering.
“C-Can you come tonight?”
“Sure, but what's wrong with you?”
“I've been burgled! I just don't want to be alone tonight.”
“Oh God, that's terrible!”
“Did you call the police?”
“Y-yes, I did, but I didn't feel like I was being s-special taken seriously. Idiots!”
“Okay, I'll be there tonight around 7:30!”
“I'll see you soon.”
“Thanks” Hanna replied reassured.
Then Brenda went to the kitchen, put a kettle of water on and brewed herself a tea.
“Poor thing” she thought, “she's been through so much already.”
After Brenda's visit, Hanna sat in her living room, the TV running alongside. She was feeling a little better now. It had obviously done her good that her sister had come; the two of them had been inseparable since childhood.
