Sheridan's Fate by Gun Brooke

Author:Gun Brooke [Brooke, Gun]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Lesbian, Fiction, General, Women Sleuths, Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 9781933110882
Google: Asm2lY-1vHwC
Amazon: 1933110880
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2007-09-11T00:00:00+00:00

"Same shit, different name," Fiona said with aplomb. "There. I win."

Sheridan wheeled into her living room and noticed that Mrs. D had lit tea lights on the side tables and put a tray of fresh fruit and orange juice on the coffee table. All furniture that used to be fashionably low now had extended legs to fit her needs. The clumsy extenders were meant to be temporary, and Sheridan intended to make sure they were.

"Sheridan? Want me to take your coat?" Mrs. D showed up as if she had materialized simply because Sheridan thought of her.

"Yes, please."

Mrs. D skillfully pulled Sheridan's trench coat off with no effort. "You see the tray?"

"Yes. Thank you. That'll be all. Oh, wait. Who's on duty tonight?"

"Karen. She's relieving Sandra right now."

Sheridan clenched her teeth around a "who is Sandra?" and only nodded.

"Anything you want me to pass on to her?"

"No. Nothing yet. She can report to me as usual in an hour or so. I'll be in here, reading."

"Good. There's a stack of new books from your book club. I put them on the shelf next to the couch."

"Thank you."

"Good night, Sheridan."

After Mrs. D left, Sheridan pivoted her chair to head over to the small table on the other side of the room. The books could wait. She took her laptop out of her bag and flipped it open. A couple of minutes later, she logged onto the chat, scanning her list of contacts for Greybird.

She wasn't online. The disappointment shot through Sheridan with a surprising force. It was silly, she thought, to feel so intensely about a complete stranger. She had anticipated coming home and spending some time with Greybird, eagerly reading her messages before bedtime. I thought it would see me through tomorrow, with work and doing PT on my own.

Fighting for self-control, Sheridan instead opened her e-mail program and started a new document. She was going to use her Hotmail account, which was more difficult to trace back to her. Greybird's personal introduction on the chat program's Web site showed her e-mail, which helped. Chewing on her lower lip, an old habit that had resurfaced since her illness, Sheridan began to type.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Being the boss sucks!

Hi Bird,

I suppose this e-mail strikes you as surprising, since so far we've only used chat to communicate. I like chatting and prefer it to e-mail, because I'm by nature quite impatient. But some things are better said in an e-mail where you have time to gather your thoughts and phrase what you mean to say. You can exhale. I don't have anything world-altering to confess, and I don't expect you to. I suppose I was just less than thrilled to find you absent from the chat window. I had hoped to talk to you before tomorrow, and this is the second-best thing. Well, not counting the phone. But I think it's far too soon for that. I'm guessing that you 're deep down a shy girl, and even I can be that, especially these days.

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