Layover by David Bell


Layover

Layover by David Bell
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.4 Mb

Layover : In this high-concept psychological suspense novel from the USA Today bestselling author of Somebody’s Daughter, a chance meeting with a woman in an airport sends a man on a pulse-pounding quest for the truth.

Joshua Fields takes the same flights every week for work. His life is a series of departures and arrivals, hotels and airports. During yet another layover, he meets Morgan, a beautiful stranger with whom he feels an immediate connection. When it’s time for their respective flights, Morgan kisses Joshua passionately, lamenting that they’ll never see each other again.

As soon as Morgan disappears in the crowd, Joshua is shocked to see her face on a nearby TV. The reason: Morgan is a missing person. What follows is a whirlwind, fast-paced journey filled with lies, deceit, and secrets as Joshua tries to discover why Morgan has vanished from her own life. Every time he thinks one mystery is solved, another rears its head—and his worst enemy might be his own assumptions about those around him.

“I closed my eyes again, saw a replay of the same images. The amusement park . . . my face in the dirt . . . the cop shining a flashlight in my face . . . the ambulance ride . . .

Hey, buddy. Hey, buddy. Are you with us? Can you hear me?

“Somebody hit me,” I said. “I think.”

“You weren’t alone out there, were you?” she asked.

“No.”

“There was another man on the ground near you. Someone had hit him. Likely more than once. Do you remember that?”

I looked down. Even in the dimmed light, I could see my right hand resting on the white blanket. My knuckles were scraped and raw like they’d been dragged across concrete. I felt an ache like I’d punched a rock. I didn’t try to slide my hand under the covers. Givens followed my gaze, staring right at the scraped knuckles, and her eyebrows rose again.

“Is he okay?” I asked.

Givens held my gaze for a moment, and then she said, “Who else was out there with you?”

My lips were as cracked as crumbling plaster. I ran my tongue over them, trying to generate some moisture.

“Mr. Fields? Who else was out there with you?”

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