Each Day I Wake: A gripping psychological thriller: US Edition by Seb Kirby

this was to be expected. “Don’t expect too much too soon. Concentrate on the fact that your memories are slowly coming back as you make progress in repairing your body. Given time, you’ll get there.”
    “How long will that take?”
    “There’s no way of being sure, Tom. Now you’ve started piecing things together, you can expect to make real progress. It may come in stages, bundles of recollections, set off by one particularly strong association, making their way to the fore. Leaving gaps. As time goes on there will be fewer gaps and more memories.”
    “But there will be gaps?”
    He looked up from his note taking. “I have to tell you that’s a strong possibility. Memories that evoke the greatest trauma may be lost forever. It’s a common pattern in amnesia. Victims of near death incidents such as a ’plane or car crash seldom recall the events that led up to the crash. It’s your mind’s way of protecting you.”
    “So I may never recall what happened. How I ended up beaten and near drowned in the North Dock?”
    He made another note. “Maybe not. And if that’s the case you may have to accept that your memories stopped at the point where the trauma of recollection would have been too great.”
    “I need to know what happened. Who did this to me.”
    “You should leave that to the police. They’re investigating?”
    “They tell me they are. But I think that without help from me they won’t be able to take the investigation much further. They tell me there are no witnesses and if I can’t recall what took place, there’s may be little more they can do.”
    “Well, you shouldn’t let that deflate you. You’re making excellent progress. Don’t let anything take that away from you.”

CHAPTER 29
    I heard nothing more about my accident.
    Nothing about who nearly killed me.
    My case joined the long list of unsolved, violent assaults taking place late at night in English cities where the police can find no witnesses and the victims are so traumatized by the events that they can’t offer evidence themselves.
    I was becoming reconciled to the idea that the only way I was going to discover who attacked me was to be able to recall it myself. In the end I was the only witness. If there had been anyone else they would have been found by now.
    I considered more than once contacting Cathy’s parents, to tell them I understood their anguish, that I knew something about what happened to their daughter. But what could I tell them? That I’d seen her die? Just that and nothing more. It would only make their agony worse.
    I searched the media online for any links between Cathy and the disappearance of the others - Rebecca French, Margot West, Felicity Jenkins. I found none. No one but me was connecting the cases. None of them had been found. Three more added to the missing persons list. Three more families in agony.
    Despite all that Josh Healey was telling me, despite how reasonable Janet was making it seem, I couldn’t stop believing that what I knew about those girls was real.
    Yes, I was stronger now.
    As I sat in the garden chair that I’d looked at with such hesitation when I’d first come home and lifted my head with such pain to look out from the bedroom window, I knew there were just two things that were important.
    There was a killer out there who had killed four times and would kill again.
    Unless I found a way to discover what happened and stopped him.

Part Two
    Six weeks earlier
     
     

CHAPTER 30
    Working security didn’t pay well. The hourly rate was just above the minimum but you could make that up by working the hours. How many was it this week? Seventy-two and counting?
    Marshall Brogan turned towards the elevator that would take him to the upper floors of the Canada One Tower where, for the third time this night, he’d do the rounds.
    The building was almost empty now at two in the morning yet he’d learned not to be surprised at finding traders who’d worked so long and so late