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Deadly Deception

 

Andrea Johnson Beck

Copyright © 2012 by Andrea Johnson Beck

Deadly Deception, 1st
Edition

Lophan
Publishing

ISBN 10- 0615771394

IBSN 13 9780615771397 (Lophan Publishing)

ASIN: B00A9HSTOI

Suspense Romance

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

 

Printed in the USA

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

Special thank you to my fabulous editing team

Melissa
Hofpar – Composed Success

Maggie Jacobsen

Jennifer Ruzicka

Betsey Mercado

Amber Bruns

Cover: Phil
& Logan Beck

An uber thank you to my husband and son who have suffered for many months with a lack of clean clothes and dishes because I just had to write one more page. To my parents who encourage me daily, and listen to my irrational rants about throwing my laptop out the window and then setting it on fire. To my sister from another nutty mother, we may not be blood
-related but I know you will never let me drip snot, especially in front of others. To my stellar editors, Melissa, Maggie, Jennifer, Betsey and Amber, you are my comma crack-whipping squad. To ALL my family and friends who have encouraged, supported and pushed me, you are all amazing and I am truly blessed.

 

To my hero, my inspiration, my son, Logan. It is indeed, the best day ever! To my love, my best friend, my husband, Phil. It’s Scotland or bust.

 

He
who has made it a practice to lie and deceive his father, will be the most daring in deceiving others. - Horace

Chapter 1

 

“Ten…nine…eight…,” the deep voice lulled Dr. Anne Jamison out of the dark that surrounded her subconscious.
“Seven…six…five…four…three…two…one. Come back to me, Anne.”

Her green eyes fluttered rapidly, attempting to regain focus of her stark white surroundings that were layered with a post-hypnotic haze.

“How do you feel Anne?” Dr. David Lindsey asked while perched across from her in his leather chair.

Her mouth was dry and she felt disoriented but oddly calm. Dr. Lindsey adjusted his wire-rim glasses as he began to jot something down on his steno pad.

“I don’t feel any anxiety,” Anne finally replied, looking toward the skyline backdrop.

She stood and began walking toward the wall of windows. She straightened out her black pencil skirt and placed her flushed forehead against the wintery glass. Anne gazed twenty-two stories down at the hustling morning traffic, watching the cars maneuver through the maze of downtown Minneapolis. Her hot breath fogged the glass, clouding the image; she began playing with the string of pearls draped across her slender neck.

“That’s great. I know that you want to remain off your medication. How are you feeling today?” Dr. Lindsey asked.

“Today,
” Anne repeated in statement form, exhaling deeply.

Carter Leeds had vanished three years earlier and had been presumed dead. She and Carter had shared a dysfunctional, volatile but passionate relationship for nearly a year and a half.

“Anne? I know that you are still having nightmares. Did you have one last night?”

Anne could feel Dr. Lindsey’s question burn in the back of her skull. She left the pearls alone and turned back to him. His salt and pepper hair reflected the harsh fluorescents that beamed above them. He reminded Anne of her psych professor in college, with a mid-life crisis allure. But Dr. Lindsey treated her more like broken child than a sexy pupil.

“No, I actually slept quite well last night.”

Her long
blonde strands became entangled with the necklace. Wincing, she pulled the knotted piece free.

“You must be quite ecstat
ic about your recent engagement,” Dr. Lindsey said.

She stroked the three
-carat princess-cut solitaire with her index finger. She watched the ballet of colors dance inside the diamond with illuminated grace. Her fiancé, Adam Whitney, was her savior. He pulled her from the depths of her self-torment, breathing new life into her; retrieving her from the brink of darkness.

“I’m quite happy indeed, Dr. Lindsey, though I do at times feel that uneasiness, that lack of closure.” Anne could feel the flushed emotion rising just below the surface of her skin.

“You must remove yourself from that liability. Carter led a reckless lifestyle. You can’t blame yourself for his actions.”

“I know, but how do you truly have closure when there is no body? How do you say farewell to a poster-sized picture draped with sympathy bouquets?”

“Anne, Carter is gone. He’s not coming back and you need to start focusing on the future. Focus on you and Adam.”

Dr. Lindsey’s expression softened as he placed the steno pad down on the wooden coffee table between them.

Anne stopped fidgeting at the band of her pomegranate-hued cardigan and glanced at her watch. She stood up and reached for her black purse and matching trench coat, ending the session a few minutes early.

“Maybe you should take the day…” Before Dr. Lindsey could finish, Anne’s hand was up in protest.

“Absolutely not, I’m a big girl, and these children need help. I can handle it. They can’t.”

Without further argument, Dr. Lindsey stepped toward the door and opened it to the reception area, ushering Anne through.

“Take care, Anne.” He squeezed her arm and turned toward the young man who was his next appointment.

Anne waved to the brunette receptionist who was also Dr. Lindsey’s daughter. She hurried out the glass door and into a narrow hallway. Her heels clicked against the tan tile, echoing off the vintage walls. Her own self-produced breeze flowed through her loose curls as they bounced with her quickened step; she knew Casey would be waiting for her. Anne took her final turn and there stood Casey Adler, best friend extraordinaire and colleague, with one hand on her hip and the other holding a latte. Her hourglass shape filled the grey and white leopard sheath dress perfectly, evoking the style of Marilyn Monroe. She raised an aggravated eyebrow to Anne. 

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Well, good morning to you too,” Anne replied.

Casey yanked Anne’s cell phone from the open pocket in her purse and held it up.

“I called and texted you a dozen times. Where have you been and don’t lie to me, Anne.  We’ve been friends since college and I know when you are lying!” 

“I had an appointment with Dr. Lindsey and, before you even start white-couching me, I am perfectly fine, okay?”

Anne snatched her phone back, throwing it into her purse and eyeing Casey’s reaction.

“I promise I won’t, but I’m just worried about you. I don’t buy into all this hypnosis crap and your stopping your anxiety medication makes me nervous,” Casey said, brushing her flaxen bangs to the side.

“I know you hate that I stopped taking my medication but I feel so much better, freer of all those self-loathing emotions. Adam deserves a fiancé that doesn’t need to take a pill to bury all that unnecessary baggage.”

“You shouldn’t have to bury anything. What happened was not your fault.”

A brief flash of sorrow circled Anne, as her best friend was giving her the same look that she had the day she confirmed there had been two deaths.

“Enough of this, let’s talk about
this
.” Anne beamed as she held up her brand-new stunning accessory. Casey grabbed her hand to examine the rock.


Gorgeous darling
!” She said in her best British accent.

They entered their office in a lighter mood. Their assistant
Shelly sat prepping moss green patient folders while twirling a piece of loose white hair that had fallen from her bun. Anne and Casey chimed a good morning greeting in unison which made all three of them laugh.

“Good morning. Here are your messages. Dr. Jamison, I have a package here for

you. It was next to the door when I arrived.”

Shelly
passed the large manila envelope to Anne over the chest-high ledge. Anne examined the envelope, carefully trying to locate some clues of its sender. In bold black on the front, it read:

Dr. Jamison

Confidential

 

She could feel rectangular contents inside as they slid under her curious fingertips.

“It’s probably from someone in the building.”

She found the package odd but was not alarmed. She tucked the mystery envelope under her arm and headed to her office. She read the name plate on the door.

“Dr. Anne Jamison - soon to be Dr. Anne Whitney,” Anne whispered, running her fingers along the indented gold letters.

She stepped in to her space, putting all the contents that were in her arms on the lavender plush couch. Anne was one of the youngest neuropsychiatric doctors in Minnesota. She was dubbed the female Doogie Howser M.D. in the psychiatric world. All Anne ever wanted to do was fix her mother, fix her insanity – but she was too late. She shook the grim memories and looked over at her black and white canvas prints of Stone Arch Bridge and Cowles Conservatory against the exposed brick wall. She took in a cleansing breath and let it go. She was now ready to psycho-analyze the adolescents of the city.

***

Anne finished her session with thirteen-year-old Alice Harper and began vocalizing her notes to a mini recorder.

“Alice is bipolar and has been on and off various medications over the years. She is the perfect candidate for the Mayo Clinic’s brain study on genetic factors of mental disorders. Can they be suppressed with direct injection of medication to the brain tissue?”

Anne thought of her mother once again; she would have been an ideal candidate as well. She dismissed it and then realized that her phone was still on silent.

“Crap!”

Anne retrieved her phone from her purse that still sat on the couch. Besides the missed calls and texts from Casey, there were five new ones from Adam.

 

Good morning babe. I missed you.

Why did you leave so early?

 

Anne blushed at the memory of her behavior as she snuck out of Adam’s townhome like a wham bam thank you ma’am.

Are you ignoring me?

Is this about last Friday night?

 

You aren’t answering your phone so I called your

office and Shelly said you are with a patient. At

least
I know you are alive. Please call me.

I love you Anne.

 

Quickly Anne tapped his name in her contacts.

“Anne, are you all right?” Adam asked after answering on the first ring.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry, I forgot that my phone was on silent,” she replied.

“I was worried that you were panicking about our engagement.” His voice was slightly heightened.

“No.
Absolutely not. I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t one hundred percent certain. I love you, Adam,” Anne replied reassuringly.

“Why did you leave so early? You didn’t even say good bye.” Adam was wounded by her disappearing
act; she could hear it in his voice.

“I had a new patient this morning and I wanted to go over her chart, plus, you looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to disturb you.” Anne felt warm inside at the recollection of her fiancé lying next to her, shirtless, exposing his faultless muscles.

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