Shattered

By Wallace, Jason

Book Id: WPLBN0002828144
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Reproduction Date: 07-11-2013

Title:	Shattered
Author:	Wallace, Jason
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Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Drama and Literature, Ποίηση
Collections:	Authors Community, Mystery Fiction
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Publisher:	Jason Wallace

Member Page:	Jason Wallace
Citation APA MLA Chicago Wallace, B. J. (n.d.). Shattered. Retrieved from http://gutenberg.cc/

Description
A man awakens in a mental hospital, accused of murdering his only child, but more uncertain is whether he committed the act as himself or as someone else. Can Richard Ratner uncover who really murdered his daughter and why? Who would want him framed and to suffer for the rest of his life?

Summary
A man awakens in a mental hospital, accused of murdering his only child, but more uncertain is whether he committed the act as himself or as someone else. Can Richard Ratner uncover who really murdered his daughter and why? Who would want him framed and to suffer for the rest of his life?

Excerpt
Being wheeled down a dreary, dilapidated hall, Rick Ratner’s head bobbed up and down onto his shoulder. He was half conscious but had no idea where or when he was. He had never seen this place before but soon felt himself being strapped to a chair in a dimly lit room. Outside, a tumultuous storm was brewing. Lightning could be seen through the windows of each room Rick passed. The thunder crashed like sonic booms. A tree banged hard against the building, creating a loud bang and then, a very eerie scratching sound that toyed with one’s ears and mind like a crazed madman playing with his prey before the kill. “Hello, Mr. Ratner. I’m Doctor Selis. Do you remember killing your daughter?” “Killing my daughter? What the hell are you talking about,” smirked Rick. “Your daughter, Nataly… She was brutally murdered, Mr. Ratner, by you,” retorted the doctor, as if Rick had been convicted already. Sitting in the stiff chair, unable to move from shock, and from heavy restraints, Rick could think of nothing else to say. Trying to process what he had just been told seemed like some impossible task had been set before him. The doctor, exacerbated by Rick’s lack of cooperation, moved her chair a little closer to her desk and added, “Ok, Mr. Ratner, let’s try a different approach. Do you remember the night your daughter was killed?” “I don’t remember my daughter being killed at all. I do remember bits and pieces of the last time I saw her. I remember… cooking dinner. I remember Nataly telling me she got a new job, a job in Chicago. I remember not being able to deal with it… I mean, my little girl, my only child, moving so far away from me like I wasn’t important anymore. I remember dropping the pan I just took off the stove. I remember realizing, after about thirty seconds, how much my foot hurt from a heavy pan being dropped right on it.” Rick sat in his chair, his mouth still gaping open after finishing his story.