Chapter 22

A few minutes later,Sadie had touched up her makeup and hair, and she was ready to go.

They stepped outside, and Sadie saw Trevor glancing around again. Always on guard. She was thankful to know he took this seriously.

“I looked up some restaurants while you were in the bathroom, and I think I found one that will work,” Trevor told her as they walked across the parking lot. “It’s a local establishment.”

“Those are always the best.”

“Then let’s head to Burger Haven.”

Trevor helped her into his truck before climbing in himself. The restaurant was only five minutes away, not far enough to establish any type of real conversation.

Thankfully, they were between the lunch and dinner rushes and were seated right away. Without looking at the menu, Sadie knew she wanted a bacon cheeseburger, fries, and a Cherry Coke.

Again, so strange. But she wasn’t arguing. At least it was something.

The waitress appeared to take their order and paused. She glanced back and forth between the two of them, an unreadable look in her eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Trevor narrowed his gaze as he observed the woman.

She popped out a hip and tilted her head. “Oh, it’s fine. Good to see you both again.”

Sadie squinted. “You must have us mistaken for someone else.”

Confusion flashed in her gaze. “Didn’t the two of you come in here last week?”

“No,” Sadie said. “Why would you ask?”

The waitress twisted her lips. “I thought I remembered seeing the two of you. You guys looked so happy that it was memorable. I was a little jelly.”

“We weren’t in here last week,” Trevor told her.

The waitress still looked unconvinced, but she shrugged. “Weird. Anyway, can I take your order?”

As Sadie and Trevor placed their order, Sadie’s phone dinged.

It was Frank. He’d emailed her a copy of her résumé.

That would be a nice distraction from the strange conversation with the waitress.

She tried to imagine being here with Trevor last week. The thought was laughable—yet intriguing.

If only it were true.

* * *

Trevor’s thoughts raced.

Coming here had been a mistake.

The truth was, he and Sadie had been here last week.

He didn’t think anyone would recognize them. But he’d hoped being here would trigger something for Sadie.

Thankfully, Sadie didn’t seem to think much about what the waitress had said—and now they had the résumé to distract them.

Sadie showed it to Trevor, and they both read through it together.

She’d attended Purdue. Graduated Magna Cum Laude. Worked for a large accounting firm in Cleveland. Then she’d taken this job in Michigan.

“Anything stick out to you?” Trevor asked. “Trigger any memories?”

She frowned and shook her head. “I can’t say it has.”

“That’s too bad.”

She sat up straighter. “Oh, by the way, there was one thing in the office I was going to tell you about, but the fire alarm interrupted us.”

He perked. “What’s that?”

“I found this semi-hidden folder on my computer. There wasn’t much inside, except pictures of a man with thick, white hair.”

Trevor kept his expression even. “Anything else distinguished about him?”

“The photos appeared to be taken when the man was unaware. I have no idea who he is.”

“Maybe we can get a copy and run it through the system.”

She nodded. “Good idea.”

Trevor shifted, trying to figure out how to approach the next subject. Finally, he asked, “Mary, your administrative assistant, said you dropped this photo yesterday morning.”

He pulled the picture from his pocket and slid it across the booth to her.

“Do you recognize this man?” he asked.

She stared at the face there before shaking her head. “I can’t say that I do. Who is he?”

“He’s the man who was killed yesterday.”

Her eyes widened, and her words came out just above a screech. “What? Why would I have his photo?”

“I have no idea.”

She rubbed her throat as if fighting panic. “What if I did have something to do with that man’s death? I couldn’t live with myself if that turned out to be true.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Trevor reassured her.

Silence fell between them a moment, and Trevor let her have some time.

Finally, he said, “This is the part where I would usually ask you questions about yourself.”

The corner of his lips curled in an apologetic grin.

Sadie let out a clipped laugh. “I know. It’s a little hard to get to know me if I don’t even know myself.”

Her words sounded strained.

Then her gaze flitted up to his. “I guess we could talk about you.”

He shrugged. “Not much to say really. I’m pretty boring. I mostly work. Actually, I work entirely too much. I’m trying to change that, but it’s not easy.”

“I can imagine.”

Trevor’s gaze stopped on something outside, and his lungs tightened. A man lingered behind a truck.

Staring at the restaurant.

No, staring at them.

Trevor rose. “Stay here.”

Then Trevor took off running, determined to catch the man and learn what he was up to.