One Cold Sunday
A gripping chiller and it has happened to you.
“Most of us have experienced mild dissociation, which is like daydreaming or getting lost in the moment while working on a project. However, dissociative identity disorder is a severe form of dissociation, a mental process which produces a lack of connection in a person's thoughts, memories, feelings, actions, or sense of identity.” – WebMD
It happened to Doyle, and then he found blood on his hands.
Doyle’s wife was a stunner. He used that to his advantage, how wrong that was he didn’t realize until the divorce. That’s when the blackouts started.
He wanted to hold on to something of hers, she didn’t see it that way. Then one cold Sunday it happened her blood on his hands. Hiding what he had done where someone else would be blamed made perfect sense.
But, not knowing who was the flaw. That, someone, understood everything about him, even knew what he couldn’t remember. They had more bodies to hide. A request he couldn’t refuse. He slipped their grasp, with a new identity, or so he thought. In the end, it tightened their grip. He could not run, he could not hide, knowing their name could cost him his life.
… Mr. Harmon clearly knows his criminal business – Allyn
In the style of Tom Clancy, Mr.Harmon writes a remar kable story – R. Stephens