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    Nothing But Peace
    Nothing But Peace
    Nothing But Peace
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    Nothing But Peace

    By Valerie Lumer

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    Dayle Jensen is a young psychiatrist still getting her feet wet in the field when her best friend and colleague, McKinney George, decides to give Dayle one of her patients. Jeffery Wayne, a homicidal sociopath, is no ordinary patient. Witty, charming, and incredibly frightening, Jeffery has confessed to two new murders, and refuses to speak to the authorities. Having vowed to only tell McKinney who and where the victims are, Jeffery now causes Dayle to start buckling under the pressure. Everything worsens for Dayle, however, when she begins to see her boyfriend Jack. Why is seeing Jack a problem? He’s been dead for a year. Follow Dayle’s journey through fear and desperation as she questions her own sanity and fights to discover the identities of Jeffery Wayne’s two latest victims in “Nothing But Peace.”

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    PublisherValerie Lumer
    Release dateAug 6, 2012
    ISBN9781476435428
    Nothing But Peace
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    Valerie Lumer

    Valerie Lumer is a writer and actor from the suburbs of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Recently, she moved to Norman, Oklahoma for a change of pace and escape from the crazy northeastern winters. When she isn't bouncing from one manuscript to another, Valerie can also be found in front of the camera on TV and short film.

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      Nothing But Peace - Valerie Lumer

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      Everything was fuzzy. The kind of fuzzy that takes a while to clear through. It was the kind of fuzzy that only the events of this particular night could bring.

      Dayle Jensen was in a car accident only hours ago. And after about an hour of doctors and nurses hovering over her in the E.R., telling her she needed this test or that test, and not really saying what any of them were for, and then seemingly all of these medical professionals disappearing for about another hour, Dayle suddenly recalled what one of the doctors had said to her shortly after she had been rolled in - Don’t worry, Dr. Jensen, you’re going to be just fine. Those words echoed loudly now, and were all she needed for the little hospital waiting game to be over.

      So with that, after waiting as long as she did, Dayle decided to check out against medical advice and get herself out of Cedar Sinai's Medical Center Emergency Room in Los Angeles.

      Currently she was out front at the main entrance waiting for her best friend, and colleague, Dr. McKinney George to arrive and escort her home. Luckily it was a lovely evening in southern California . . . but that didn't exactly erase the nightmare of just having her car totaled.

      Damn it to hell. Dayle muttered as she shook her head and visualized the condition her car was in. She had been hit while at an intersection by a drunk driver who missed a stop sign and swerved onto and over the curb. To say her car was totaled might not be accurate, but it sure wasn't drivable until once it had major repairs. She didn't want a new car. Dayle wanted her car fixed because that was her baby. Her pride and joy. It had brought her out to California from Chicago and it felt like home to her. So even before she called McKinney to come pick her up she made the arrangements to have her black Honda Civic taken over to Bob and Son's garage. Once that was settled, then she called her friend.

      Well you look lovely, McKinney George quipped upon her arrival at the hospital to pick up Dayle. You need help getting into the car or anything?

      No, Dayle answered quickly. Maybe it looks bad, but I'm fine. She eased herself into the car slowly, as the gash on her knee was quite bad and required several stitches. And the secure bandage around it made it difficult to bend her leg and maneuver into the passenger seat. That, along with the other gash on her forehead that also required two little stitches, were the most severe of Dayle's injuries. The loss of her car hurt more than anything else. McKinney started pulling away and Dayle wiggled to get comfortable. Funny, because it hurt to wiggle.

      Well at least you stayed long enough to let them stitch you up. McKinney barked while starring at her friend out of the corner of her eye.

      I actually stayed longer than that. Dayle informed. Stitching me up was the last thing they did before everyone seemed to disappear.

      McKinney shook her head. I swear, the standard of care sucks anymore.

      It sure does. Dayle agreed with a slight nod. She had to nod with her entire body. The idea of nodding her just her head gave her a pain in her whiplashed neck.

      Are you in a lot of pain? Perhaps you should have stayed for some pain meds if nothing else.

      Nah, it's not that bad, Dayle waved her off. Nothing a little ibuprofen can't cure.

      If you say so. McKinney shrugged. You know, you picked a shitty night to get into a car accident.

      "I don't agree that I picked any night to be in a car accident." Dayle chuckled in amusement.

      But indeed, it was a bad night to get banged up. Tomorrow was a big day. McKinney and Dayle were both psychiatrists at McKinney's practice in West Hollywood, California. Dayle was two years younger and only recently became certified. McKinney had graduated two years prior, and while still young at the game herself, took over the practice when her father left. And tomorrow, Dayle was taking over one of McKinney's patients. One that she gave up for reasons that she never really discussed thoroughly, and never fully explained to Dayle. But the most simple terms that she gave was that this particular patient got too far under her skin, he knew it - and that was a deal breaker. Any time a patient knows they are under your skin, it’s time to move on.

      Jeffery Wayne. Jeffery Wayne, to put it simply, was a homicidal sociopath. McKinney had originally taken on his case when Jeffery was ordered to a rehab facility for the mentally ill after killing his doctor and a police officer. Somehow - in this unjust justice system - he was found not guilty by reason of insanity. But the shoe fit. Jeffery was indeed insane, as McKinney came to find only after a short time working with him. After only a few months, he was too much of a challenge and McKinney decided to withdraw from being his therapist. Not long after, Jeffery managed to escape from the rehab facility and once captured later that evening, he was moved to the Los Angeles County Prison. Good thing too - upon his capture Jeffery stated that he killed two more people while he had been free. And there was only one person he'd give details to.

      Dr. McKinney George.

      But she wasn't having it. She was no longer willing to play the game. She was done with him. So why hand over a guy like Jeffery Wayne to someone with even less experience than McKinney? If she couldn't handle him, what made her think Dayle could?

      It's amazing who you come across that you can handle, while someone else can't. McKinney had offered at the time she told Dayle she wanted to transfer Jeffery's care into her hands. And someone you may not be able to handle could be easy for me. You never know who you'll develop a rapport with, or how.

      Well that's good. It's on my bucket list to develop good rapport with at least one homicidal maniac before I die. Dayle joked at the time.

      But Jeffery was no joke, and as the time got closer to her having to meet him, she came to realize this. Between the accounts McKinney could give without breaching any sort of doctor-patient confidentiality, plus the research Dayle had done on her own, it was clear Jeffery Wayne would be quite a challenge. But Dayle was up for it. No better way to develop her skills as a psychiatrist then to dive right in. She was ready.

      But now she was all banged up and feeling a little less than presentable. She could postpone the appointment, but there's no way she was going to do that. She was alive, functional, and most importantly, there may be two more victims out there who's families need closure. And if McKinney couldn't get that out of him, it was now up to Dayle.

      Once McKinney got Dayle back to her house that night, and after she was settled with everything she needed, McKinney decided that her friend seemed well enough to go over a few last-minute details for tomorrow before she left.

      Remember, he's really not going to be happy that I won't be working with him anymore. McKinney warned in a motherly tone.

      Yes I know, Dayle sipped her wine, which was one of her natural remedies for pain. The physical kind or the emotional kind. The fact that he demands to speak only to you suggests that.

      McKinney gave her a sharp look. "I see

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