Wake-up Call

By Becky Black

When you live beside a cat café, it’s inevitable the fur will start flying eventually. Derek “Dez” Walker, a police officer wounded in a shooting, feels adrift and isolated as he makes a slow recovery. Others call him a hero, but it’s a title he doesn’t think he deserves.

When Dez intervenes in a burglary at the cat café near his apartment, he meets the owner, Francis “Fran” Green. Though he’s a hero to Fran for his intervention in the burglary, it’s Fran who becomes a strong source of support for Dez. Fran offers friendship to his vulnerable neighbour and, as they spend more time together, Dez comes to rely on Fran ... and his cats.

He begins to find the way out of his isolation, but does he deserve everything Fran offers?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Apr 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781634863957

Becky Black

Writer of science fiction and romance.

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Wake-up Call

By Becky Black

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Copyright 2017 Becky Black

ISBN 9781634863957

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Wake-up Call

By Becky Black

Chapter 1

The racket that woke Dez could accurately be called caterwauling. Cats. Yowling and making noises he’d never heard cats make before.

What the hell? That bloody café. He was about to pull the duvet over his head to block out the noise when he heard a crash and a yell. That brought him jumping out of bed with little conscious thought—and immediate regret as his feet thumping the floor jarred his bad shoulder. He bit down on the pain and moved through the flat in the dark, not wanting to lose his night vision by turning on a light. Streetlamps shining through the thin curtains on the living room window gave him enough illumination to find the door.

There was a lot of crashing and yelling going on now. He undid the two locks and three bolts of his front door, which opened into the dimly lit common hallway. Down a half flight of stairs, the door of the other flat on this floor stood open, and the noise came from inside it. As he watched, the door suddenly slammed against the wall and two men fell into the corridor, struggling. Dez ran down the stairs two at a time.

Police! he yelled, though he didn’t have his warrant card when clad only in pajama trousers and a T-shirt. Stop!

The men froze and stared up at him. He instantly recognized one as the resident of the flat, the guy who ran the café downstairs. The cat café. From inside the flat, the caterwauling continued.

The other man, a stranger, unfroze first, and as Dez strode towards them, he shoved away the café guy, who crashed to the floor. The stranger scrambled up and ran down the stairs to the street door.

Dez instinctively started to run after him, but first glanced at his neighbor. The man had blood on his face, but he was moving, trying to get up. So Dez pursued the attacker pounding down the stairs.

Police! Dez shouted again, trying to find the voice he hadn’t used in months. Trying to find that authority again. The man turned. A silhouette, a deeper shadow in the darkness, and raised his arm—

GUN!

Dez froze, muscles jamming. His mind narrowed to a single point, to what he could see in the man’s hand.

He has a gun, he has a gun, he has—

The man moved slightly, enough to allow light from the narrow window halfway up the stairs to fall over his shoulder, showing something long and thin, a jemmy or tire iron.

Dez gripped the handrail so hard he feared he’d come away with a palm full of splintered wood. For a long breathless moment, he and the stranger stuck that way, like a buffering video, then the man turned and fled down the stairs. The front door opened, street light spilling in, and slammed closed. His footsteps were audible for a couple of seconds, then faded.

Dez unfroze. His legs shook and he wanted to run back to his flat and lock himself in. Sleep. Make this all a dream that would disappear in the morning. But as he mounted the top of the stairs, he found his neighbor still on the floor, groaning and holding his head. Dez dropped to a knee beside him. He had a nasty jagged cut over one eye, and both eyes were