I saw a woman dressed like a nurse lean over me. Then I realized there was good reason why she was dressed like a nurse. She was a nurse. She was putting an IV in my arm. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but couldn't.
It was only then that I felt a pain in my chest. Then I remembered: I was shot earlier that evening. And the man that pulled the trigger was a man that had shot me 17 years before that, in 1945. As I floated into unconsciousness my mind floated back to the past...
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
This is a really efficient drabble to set up the story. Drama, flashback leading to hungry readers. Welcome back, Jake.
Christopher almost 7 years ago
Thanks, Neville. I've missed Jake myself.
Christopher almost 7 years ago
Thanks, Drew. He definitely learns a lot on his first case, and he takes note of all of it.