To Rachel, the world is easy to understand. Choices are made after careful consideration and weighing the options. She does what she thinks is right and expects everyone else to do the same. When she realizes that isn't the case, it's quite shocking to her.
I wouldn't want to give away details, but it was interesting to see Rachel morph throughout the book as she is put in difficult situations and learns truths about people she thought she knew everything about.
If you'd like a sneak peek of Blurry, keep reading for an excerpt.
Josh sat in the Auto Shop Thursday night surfing the Internet and drinking a beer. He knew he shouldn’t drink while he was taking antibiotics for a sinus infection, but he needed something to take the edge off. The fumes in the shop kept his sinuses clogged, and he had to keep squirting nasal decongestant up his nose to keep breathing. His doctor recommended the decongestant to help manage his symptoms until they cleared up. He hated it, especially since it started stinging his nose and sinuses today. That was odd. He had been using it since Tuesday and had no problems with it until today. He shoved the bottle in his pocket. He thought about calling the doctor the next morning to ask about something that didn’t burn so badly. He should probably go home and go to bed, but he had too much to do.
Josh stayed late to do more work on his car, which he couldn’t seem to keep fixed. Every time he replaced one part, another one went bad. It was like an evil imp was coming to his house every night and breaking all of the parts under his hood, one by one. Rachel had been giving him rides to school every day that week, but this morning she dropped a bomb on him. Layne was coming to Woodland for a visit this Saturday to meet her parents and her friends. She thought it would be a good idea for them to get to know one another.
He took a last swig from the beer and threw it in the trash can. He’d done some checking on the Internet regarding Layne and called a few of his racing buddies upstate. His efforts came up empty until he got a call from some girl in Westwind Mountain an hour ago. She didn’t want to tell her name or where she was from, but she told him something that made him wonder what kind of life Layne had in Westwind Mountain. It jolted him so much that he didn’t want to wait until he got home – he decided to check up on it right away. Pulling up the county records, he typed in a name and scrolled down a short list until he came to what he was looking for.
“I can’t believe it,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. His head felt funny and his vision seemed blurry. That was odd – the beer was hitting him harder than usual. Then again, the antibiotic could amplify the affects of alcohol. Trying to shake it off, he focused on the screen. Even in his dazed state, he couldn’t deny what was right in front of him. He hit the print button and wondered how he was going to break this to Rachel. Should he go straight to her house now, or wait until the morning? Certainly, he couldn’t call her with this. She wouldn’t believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes.
He paused a moment when he thought he heard footsteps. Glancing around, he didn’t see anybody, so he turned his attention back to the computer and clicked on the linked files, printing more pages. He shook his head. Danny lied to him. He either had a bad case of amnesia, or he was dumber than Josh thought. There was no way something like this quietly went away. He should have known it would come up sooner or later.
Shutting down the machine, he swiveled the chair to grab the pages off the printer. They weren’t there.
“I bet you wish you saved that weblink and E-mailed it to Rachel right now,” a voice said behind him. Looking up, he saw a tall person in a dark, hooded sweatshirt standing behind him with a wrench in his hand. He didn’t recognize the person, but then again he couldn’t see clearly. He was terribly dizzy.
“What?” Josh mumbled, trying to stand but failing.
The person bent over. “Tell me Josh, how are you feeling?”
Josh looked up and tried to focus on the person. “What’s going on?” he asked before he was knocked out of the chair and hit the concrete floor.