Elliott Smith is an ordinary guy who one day awakes in the hospital with no idea of how he got there. The only thing he knows is that someone is sitting in the chair next to his bed, watching him. But when he turns his head to see who it is, the chair is empty. Thus begins Elliott's adventure: not only finding the identity of the man who had died beside him in the emergency room, but who killed him and why. Book #1 of the Dorien Grey's new Elliott Smith Mystery series.
As Elliott took a frozen lasagna out of the freezer, put it in the oven, and went into the den to watch television, he still felt a heavy weight in reflecting on his conversation with Brad concerning John’s fate. For anyone to end up in a Potters Field, regardless of what it was called, was sad beyond words. Maybe, he thought, he could pay to have the body buried in a regular cemetery—he could afford it. But there still would be no information to put on a tombstone, and then what happened when he was identified and his family wanted his remains? No, he realized, it was a noble thought, but not a very practical one. Maybe, if no one had come along in a year or so, he could consider it again.
He sat in front of the TV, his eyes and ears functioning but his mind oddly disengaged. He apparently was more tired than he realized, and he felt himself nodding off.
My name is John.do you know?
Oh, God, I know. Why don’t you just go toward the light, or whatever it is you’re supposed to do?
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. There is no light.
What do you expect me to do about it?
I don’t know.
What
Nothing.
