Pick Up the Pieces by Kelly Utt (The Past Life Book 5)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.6 MB
George Hartmann thought he’d seen rock bottom. It turns out he wasn’t even close.
Now his precious family is in peril, and his country requires his service for a second top-secret mission to thwart an international terrorist cell planning a chemical weapons attack on U.S. soil.
George is convinced his troubles have to do with a vendetta dating back to a past life in Ancient Greece, but he can’t quite make sense of the connections. Faced with impossible stakes on multiple fronts, he must pick up the pieces and forge a path forward.
I think I’ve been sedated. Although, I can’t be sure. I see Ethan’s face in front of mine, which doesn’t make any sense. I’m half a world away from home.
They just told me he was missing. Kidnapped. I shudder as I think of the word.
But I see him so clearly. His wispy hair hangs loose over his ears. His big, round, trusting eyes look up at me, searching for answers. His shoulders are stiff. He’s scared.
“Ethan, son? Is that you?”
I call to my little boy with all the hope in my heart. I desperately want to connect with him. To keep him safe. It’s my job to keep him safe. If I fail, I don’t know how I’ll be able to live with myself. I can’t possibly imagine how I could.
How does any father live with himself if he fails to keep his family safe?
“Ethan! I’m here, son. Come towards the sound of my voice. Right here…”
I’m not sure I’m saying it out loud. Everything is hazy. It’s as if I can see both the hospital room I was in a little while ago and our house in Ithaca at the same time. Ethan is in the living room in Ithaca, sitting on our big sofa. He’s covered with a knit blanket. I hope he’s warm enough.
Even that doesn’t make sense because Ethan should still be in Lake Tahoe with the rest of the family. Last I heard, Ali wasn’t well enough to make the trip back to New York. Roddy and Marjorie were looking after the boys at the Tahoe rental house.
I call out to him again. “Ethan, my precious, precious boy. Do you realize how dear you are to me? You made me a daddy! And let me tell you, that was one of the best gifts I’ve ever been given. You did it, son. You’re my baby. And no matter how big you get, you always will be.”
All of a sudden, Ethan is gone from my view. He has vanished, much like the remaining threads of my sanity. My blood begins to boil as my boy is taken from me once again. If I could only get my hands on the people responsible for all of this. I’d do my worst. Damn them.
Just as fast as Ethan appeared in front of me, my perception shifts and I’m talking to my brother-in-law on an old rotary telephone.
Nicky tells me Ali is wide awake and out of her medically-induced coma. He says she’s sitting up in bed and eating solid food today. She follows Dr. Wong’s instructions and seems to understand what people say to her. But she hasn’t spoken a word.
She doesn’t know that Ethan’s been snatched.
“George, how can I possibly tell her?” Nicky implores, his voice choppy and swimming in distress. He wants to be a good brother. What would a good brother do?