Market Forces
Chapter One
Awake.
Jackknifed there in sweat.
Fragments of the dream still pinning his breath in his throat and his face into the pillow, mind reeling in the darkened room . . .
Reality settled over him like a fresh sheet. He was home.
He heaved a shuddering sigh and groped for the glass of water beside the bed. In the dream he’d been falling to and then through the tiles of the supermarket floor.
On the other side of the bed Carla stirred and laid a hand on him.
“Chris?”
“ ’S okay. Dream.” He gulped from the glass. “Bad dream, ’s all.”
“Murcheson again?”
He paused, peculiarly unwilling to correct her assumption. He didn’t dream about Murcheson’s screaming death much anymore. He shivered a little. Carla sighed and pulled herself closer to him. She took his hand and pressed it onto one full breast.
“My father would just love this. Deep stirrings of conscience. He’s always said you haven’t got one.”
“Right.” Chris lifted the alarm clock and focused on it. Three twenty. Just perfect. He knew he wouldn’t get back to ... read full excerpt from: Market Forces ebook
