DAIR by R.K. Lilley Page B

the very least had been paid off.  
    It made me feel queasy.   What had happened to that poor, sweet girl?  
    I had to move on from those crazy conspiracy theories, they got me too worked up, and so I moved back to my main purpose, which was finding a decent picture of Francis, though I couldn’t exactly put my finger on why I needed to see one.  
    At least, not at first.  
    When I found a close up picture of her young face, I wished I hadn’t.    
    Some strange memories started to flood my mind.
    As though I’d blocked them over time and behind bitter grief.    
    Francis was a beautiful girl, with pin straight black hair and thick glasses that hid her clear, intelligent eyes.  
    My mind was suddenly a flurry of strange, forgotten memories.  
    Green eyes, I suddenly recalled, though not from the picture.  
    From memory, and not just years old memories.
    My hands covered my mouth, nausea rising up, as I remembered another pertinent fact.   I could recall some vague conversation I’d had with young Francis about her dying her hair black, a rebellious act, as her entire family, extended and otherwise, were blond from birth to death.          
    “I hate repeating myself,” a gravelly voice said from the doorway of my office.
    I whirled.  
    Heath stood there, arms folded across his chest, looking dangerous and mean.  
    “But I’ll say it again.   If you care about her, the first thing you’ll do, if that happens again, is contact me.”
    “You’re the vice president’s grandson,” I breathed, every messy thing clicking right into place.   “The criminal.”
    All of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, leaving the air too thin for me to catch my breath.  
    Because he didn’t deny it.   My crazy theory was actually correct.  
    He smirked, still managing to turn it into an angry expression.   “It’s been a bit more complicated than that.   I started out as a criminal, got recruited as a spook, and now I’m working with the Feds, on account of my very personal interest in their current investigation.”
    A sudden and unexpected fury had my voice shaking.   “How was I supposed to trust you, when neither of you told me anything?   If you had bothered to tell me that you were her brother , I might have listened to you!”
    “It was too risky.   She didn’t want you involved.   More than anything, she wanted to keep you safe.   She’s essentially been a prisoner, and I’m not a complete bastard, I try to let her have as much freedom as I can.”  
    “Well, you should have been more worried about keeping her safe!” I burst out.  
    His nostrils flared.   “Don’t you dare lecture me about keeping her safe.   She’d never even be risking herself, coming out of hiding like this, if it wasn’t for you.   God, do you know how long she’s had a thing for you?   For years.   She was a child.   It’s so messed up.”  
    “Don’t you think I know that?” I shouted, all of it coming to a head, and Heath being the closest target at hand.   “I never said an inappropriate word to her, never had so much as a thought like that, back then.”
    “It was all one-sided, I know,” Heath agreed.   “Only makes it slightly less fucked up.  
    “I never would have touched her, when she approached me, if I had any inkling who she was!”  
    “It’s a bit late for that, and you’re underestimating her.   She was very determined, and she’s a resourceful girl.”   He nodded at my computer.   “She’s been stalking you for a while, though she’d call it research.”
    I followed his nod to my computer, then looked back at him.   “What exactly do you mean by that?”  
    “Everything you’ve ever looked up on there, book research, entertainment.   Every porn you’ve watched in the last, hell, who knows how many years, she’s hacked all of it.   As soon as she found out you were divorced, she went to work on you.   She researched everything that makes you