Chapter 16

Detective Bennett cameand took their statement.

He also collected evidence—the bullet casings. He took more photos. Talked to any neighbors who had security cameras.

Sadie had told him she was the one who’d fired. He would have seen that on the security footage anyway, so there was no need to cover it up.

He stayed a couple of hours before leaving.

Then she and Trevor climbed into his truck.

They hadn’t really talked about what happened.

And she didn’t want to.

How had she known to fire like that? What kind of instinct had kicked in?

She had no idea.

And that only confused her more.

Not only that but someone had shot at them in broad daylight!

What kind of person did that?

She knew. Someone who was desperate to silence her.

This was only the beginning.

“You want to talk?” Trevor asked.

She shook her head. “Not really. I don’t know what to say.”

“You still want to go to your office?”

“I do. We . . . I—I don’t have any time to waste.”

She found the company’s website a few minutes later on her phone.

Then Trevor typed that address into his GPS, and they took off.

Maybe something there would trigger a memory . . . she could only hope.

* * *

Trevor had mixed feelings about going to Sadie’s office building.

He wanted answers just as much as anyone.

But given everything that had happened, he didn’t know who to trust.

He didn’t know who Sadie could trust.

And he didn’t know if he could trust Sadie.

What a mess.

Trevor didn’t think she was faking her amnesia. If she was, then she should win some major acting awards. All her reactions seemed authentic and justified.

But then there were those gun moves . . . she’d been incredibly accurate and confident.

It didn’t fit either Sadie he knew—the one before or after the accident. Not that she hadn’t been confident. But she’d been an ordinary, everyday citizen.

Not a gun expert.

He only prayed this visit provided some answers.

He needed to know if she’d been lying to him.

If she had been lying, Trevor wanted to know why.

People who worked in his position and with his background had a lot at stake. There were many reasons why someone might want to use him—to get information, primarily.

Or, as Larchmont had suggested, one of his many enemies could be behind this. One of Trevor’s colleagues was looking into that for him and seeing what kind of threats were out there.

Which was why Trevor had been so careful not to get too close to people. Danger always lurked nearby. It wasn’t worth the risk.

But Sadie had seemed different.

He’d let himself start to hope that maybe a normal life was possible.

Now, it seemed as if his initial thoughts may have been wrong.

He felt Sadie’s eyes on him and glanced from the small building to her. “Are you ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose. At least it’s a small office, right? It’s not like I’ll have to sift through a hundred or so people.”

“I looked it up earlier. There are only twenty-five employees who work here.”

“Twenty-five employees? Seems manageable.”

Trevor escorted her to the door and paused. “Ready?”

Sadie hesitated a moment before nodding to him. With her confirmation, he opened it, and they stepped inside.