"Casey Daniels - Pepper Martin 01 - Don of the Dead" - читать интересную книгу автора (Daniels Casey)

the freckles that coated my cheeks and nose. They looked worse than ever against the background of
washed-out, wrung-out, stressed-out me.

It's not like I needed a reminder of what was making me feel like a full-blown nutcase. Still, it took me a
minute before I dared a look over my shoulder.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, there was no sign of GusScarpetti .

I let go a long sigh of relief and, as calm as I was going to get and finally back in control, I headed out of
the ladies' room.

The first person I saw outside was Gus.
I must have turned green because he took one look at me and shrugged. "What? You didn't think I was
going to follow you into the ladies' room, did you? Just because I'm awiseguy doesn't mean I'm some
kind of pervert."



"Are you having headaches? Do your eyes hurt? Is your stomach upset?"

Each time I shook my headno , Dr. CeciliaCho checked off another item on her list. When she was
done, she looked at me over the rims of her glasses. "You don't have any symptoms. You say you have
no pain. Why did you come back here to the ER to see me, Pepper?"

"I just thoughtтАж " I glanced toward the wall. It was backlit, and hanging from it were a series of head
X-rays and CT scans. I knew I was looking at my own brain. "I just wonderedтАж "

Dr.Cho's dark hair was shot through with gray. She wore scrubs and a lab coat decorated with pastel
butterflies. She patted my hand. "It's common to feel a little shaky after a mishap like the one you had.
Once the world slips out from under your feet, you expect it to happen again. But you've got to
remember, you went throughтАж " She checked the patient information sheet on the desk in front of her.
"You went through the first twenty-five years of your life without an accident. Relax! Chances are, you
aren't going to have another one any time soon."

"I know that. It's just that last night when I was lying awakeтАФ"

"You have trouble sleeping?"

"No. I mean, not usually. I meanтАж "

Actually, I didn't know what I meant. I had never had trouble sleeping until the night before. I tossed and
turned all night long, thinking about the GusScarpetti I had met in the cemetery. Wondering what was
wrong with me and what they did to people who were so crazy that they talked to people nobody else
saw. And the people nobody else saw talked back.

I shrugged before I could stop it. "I just wondered if, you know, a hit on the head might cause a person
toтАж I don't knowтАж Maybe see things?"

Dr.Cho laughed. One of the nurses outside the office where we were sitting called to her and she
popped out of her chair and headed into the hallway. "You've been watching too much TV. The brain