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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
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Edge of the Heat 6
By Lisa Ladew
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or
organizations, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Lisa Ladew
***
You do NOT need to have read any of the prior Heat books in order to enjoy Edge of the Heat
6, although it is recommended for the most enjoyment.
Chapter 1
T minus 7 days
Westwood Harbor Medical Center
Charlene watched the heart monitors from the nurses’ desk and held her breath as Ms. Taylor’s
monitor in room 14A stayed silent for a few beats too long. Her muscles tensed, ready to spring out of
her chair, grab the crash cart, and call a code. They all knew Ms. Taylor was going to die in the
hospital this time, but she wouldn’t sign a Do Not Resuscitate order until her son came. And until it
was signed, all possible life-saving efforts would be attempted in order to get her body functioning
again.
Beep. A single, staggering pulse blipped across the monitor. Then silence again. Finally, a
steady rhythm marched across the screen. Charlene blew out her breath. In her head, she urged Ms.
Taylor’s son to
hurry, hurry!
Charlene knew he was a Marine and he was coming all the way from
Iraq or something, but it had been 2 days since they had sent for him. Ms. Taylor was holding on only
by her will now. Her body had given up. She had suffered a massive heart attack while volunteering
at the local nursing home. An octogenarian had attempted CPR on her and fell over with his own heart
attack. After the mess was sorted by the two ambulances that responded, she made it to the Emergency
Room, then started having mini strokes. At first she was having as many as 20 an hour. Strong drugs
had brought these mostly under control, until the last few hours.
Charlene got up and silently padded down the hall in her smart nurse’s sneakers. At just after 2
in the morning, she had the entire place to herself. The doctors were napping in the on-call room, the
other nurses were either on break or gathering supplies, and the only nurse’s assistant had smashed
her pinky finger in a bed rail and was in the ER getting X-rays. Charlene didn’t mind. All the patients
were asleep. As long as no one coded, she was looking at an easy shift tonight. And she needed easy.
Her four year marriage was falling apart for no reason that she could tell, so she barely slept during
the day. Earlier that day, as she lay in her heavily-curtained bedroom trying to sleep, all she could
think about was where her husband was and what he was doing. She knew he was supposed to be at
work, but was he in reality at a hotel somewhere with some faceless woman? Or perhaps he was at
work but under some secretary’s desk. Or maybe she was under
his
desk. She had seen it in her mind
a dozen times.
His fly open, her hand reaching in, grasping --
With serious concentration she pulled her thoughts away from a second playing of those lurid
imaginary details. She peeked into rooms as she passed. Mr. Donning was snoring. Mr. Smith had
fallen asleep with the remote in his hand. Mrs. Flanders was sound asleep sitting up with her mouth

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