Two weeks after the shooting, Jim still got ominous shivers down his spine from thoughts of what could have been if the people after his life had succeeded in killing him. He still wondered who had saved his life that day from under the car. How had the person known to be there? Could it be a partner who had rejected the plan to kill him? Jim thought this and many other scenarios, then he shook his head to clear the fog that was slowly descending on his reasoning. He wasn't a good detective. Jim was a doctor, so he would leave the investigating to the police to handle.
However, no matter how he tried to clear his mind, the thought lingered and bothered him. He sighed impatiently and turned the pages of the newspaper he was staring at with a deep frown. He had not succeeded in reading one full page since he'd opened the paper.
