Mysteries of Billamore Hall Box Set by B J Richards

Author:B J Richards [Richards, B J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-23T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Finally… I can’t believe how much I missed this place. It had been ten days since the attack and Sandra was delighted to be back at work. She even found the routine of inventory logs and paperwork consoling.

Everything seemed normal. The incident had in no way affected the number of visitors they were getting, and the assistant the museum board hired in her absence, appeared to be professional and capable. That much was actually a relief.

Josephine, however, was still worried sick about Sandra. Her calls had been incessant, until Sandra insisted she was fine and Josephine needed to stop calling all time. Refusing to be deterred, Josephine then used the excuse of needing help with wedding details. Sandra smiled just thinking how she’d become Josephine’s latest obsession. It was adorable and irritating at the same time.

Nathaniel, on the other hand, merely informed her he would be her ride to and from work for the time being. Case closed. "They could be back," he’d argued. She knew he was right, but refused to dwell on it. She had museum business to attend to. So, for now, she graciously accepted the coddling.

Her mind kept wandering back to the whole tunnel business. What were they looking for down there? It must’ve been pretty important to take the risk they’d taken. And was that why the other curators were murdered? Questions kept dancing in her mind ever since Nathaniel told her how she’d been found.

I need to go down there. It was a mantra she kept in her head now The doctor said it was possible to get my memory back if I saw something familiar. Besides, she hated not knowing. But Nathaniel had forbidden it, reminding her the area was a crime scene now, and strictly police only. However, he did promised to fill her in on anything they found. So far, that only amounted to some debris on the tunnel floor and that its walls were a mixture of brick, stone and concrete.

Sandra tapped her pen against the document she was supposed to sign. A painting had been shipped in and the receiving document required her signature. Signing, her mind wandered back to the tunnel. It had become an obsession now… trying to remember anything at all about that night.

Sighing in frustration, she pulled her mind back to her work. She jumped a little when her phone rang, startling her slightly. It was an unknown number. Still a little rattled from the tunnel incident, she answered it with some hesitation. "Hello.”

"Hi, Sandra?" A vibrant male voice was on the other end of the line. It sounded familiar but she couldn't pinpoint who it was.

"Who is this?"

"It's Josh."

"Josh?"

"Oh sorry, I mean Dr. Stiles. But Josh is fine."

"Oh. Did I miss an appointment?" She was sure she hadn’t missed any of her psych appointments. The psychiatrist Dr. Stiles had referred her to was convinced she was suffering from post-traumatic stress because she had trouble sleeping. But Sandra just dismissed it. How could she have PTSD if she didn't even remember the event.

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