safekeeping?”
Slowly, Kane said, “Whatever it is, we don’t even have a clue as to its size. The way this apartment was turned upside down, it could be anything from papers or a computer disk all the way up to something as big as a bread box.”
“Computer disk.” Faith looked at Kane. “If Dinah got my laptop just after the accident, then it wasn’t here the first time the apartment was searched. Could that be it?”
“Sure it could. But unless you hid backups of your data somewhere safe—and unless you remember where they are—we have no way of knowing for sure.”
“And,” Richardson pointed out, “if he was looking for a computer he didn’t find here, he’ll figure you have it with you or stashed someplace.”
“So you’re a target,” Kane finished.
Faith was aware of that queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach once again. Fear. “Until I get my memory back? What if I never do? The doctors say I may never remember the days or even weeks right before the accident.”
Apparently regretting his blunt statement, Kanesaid more positively, “This may be a jigsaw puzzle, and the largest missing piece may be your memory, but there are other pieces, Faith. We’ll find them. We’ll put the pieces together and figure out what’s going on.”
“Whatever I can do to help,” Richardson said, “just ask.”
Kane didn’t hesitate to take him up on the offer. “All right. The car accident that put Faith in the hospital—we need to see the actual police report.”
“No problem. I’ll have a copy sent over to you by the end of the day.”
“We could also use any information you can find on Faith since she moved to Atlanta about a year and a half ago. Did she ever report anything unusual to the police? Was she involved in any kind of accident prior to the one that put her in the hospital? Are there any reports at all concerning her?” Kane paused. “Faith, tomorrow we’ll check your bank, find out if you rented a safe deposit box. And we need to find out as much as we can about your friendship with Dinah.”
Richardson lifted an eyebrow at Bishop, who said, “He should’ve been a cop.”
The photographer approached Richardson to report that he was finished with his work, and the detective got to his feet. His gaze traveled between Faith and Kane. “Be careful. I don’t yet know what’s going on, but all the signs here point to somebody who’s very determined, and very, very dangerous. For God’s sake, watch your step. And watch your backs.”
“We will,” Kane told him.
When the detective and the photographer had gone, Kane said, “We can get a cleaning service inhere tomorrow and have the damaged furniture replaced or repaired. In the meantime, Faith, why don’t you pack enough to last a week or so, just in case, and we’ll get out of here.”
She went off without a word to do as he suggested, and when they were alone, Bishop said, “She could have trashed this place yesterday before she came looking for you. It’s possible.”
“She could have. I don’t believe she did. Do you?”
Bishop’s reply was somewhere between a shrug and a shake of his head, not open distrust of Faith but certainly ambivalence. “You do realize that it won’t take a public connection between you and Faith to draw the wrong sort of attention if somebody happens to be watching this place.”
“I realize that. I also realize somebody could have followed her to my place last night, so the connection between us might already be made.” Kane shrugged. “My building’s a hell of a lot more secure than this one even with a part-time doorman. And I’ll be there. Any way you look at it, she’ll be safer with me.”
“I wasn’t thinking only of her. Kane, have you considered the possibility that Faith might be responsible—directly or indirectly—for Dinah’s disappearance? That she might have brought trouble with her from Seattle, trouble that Dinah got caught up in?”
“After hearing
Slowly, Kane said, “Whatever it is, we don’t even have a clue as to its size. The way this apartment was turned upside down, it could be anything from papers or a computer disk all the way up to something as big as a bread box.”
“Computer disk.” Faith looked at Kane. “If Dinah got my laptop just after the accident, then it wasn’t here the first time the apartment was searched. Could that be it?”
“Sure it could. But unless you hid backups of your data somewhere safe—and unless you remember where they are—we have no way of knowing for sure.”
“And,” Richardson pointed out, “if he was looking for a computer he didn’t find here, he’ll figure you have it with you or stashed someplace.”
“So you’re a target,” Kane finished.
Faith was aware of that queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach once again. Fear. “Until I get my memory back? What if I never do? The doctors say I may never remember the days or even weeks right before the accident.”
Apparently regretting his blunt statement, Kanesaid more positively, “This may be a jigsaw puzzle, and the largest missing piece may be your memory, but there are other pieces, Faith. We’ll find them. We’ll put the pieces together and figure out what’s going on.”
“Whatever I can do to help,” Richardson said, “just ask.”
Kane didn’t hesitate to take him up on the offer. “All right. The car accident that put Faith in the hospital—we need to see the actual police report.”
“No problem. I’ll have a copy sent over to you by the end of the day.”
“We could also use any information you can find on Faith since she moved to Atlanta about a year and a half ago. Did she ever report anything unusual to the police? Was she involved in any kind of accident prior to the one that put her in the hospital? Are there any reports at all concerning her?” Kane paused. “Faith, tomorrow we’ll check your bank, find out if you rented a safe deposit box. And we need to find out as much as we can about your friendship with Dinah.”
Richardson lifted an eyebrow at Bishop, who said, “He should’ve been a cop.”
The photographer approached Richardson to report that he was finished with his work, and the detective got to his feet. His gaze traveled between Faith and Kane. “Be careful. I don’t yet know what’s going on, but all the signs here point to somebody who’s very determined, and very, very dangerous. For God’s sake, watch your step. And watch your backs.”
“We will,” Kane told him.
When the detective and the photographer had gone, Kane said, “We can get a cleaning service inhere tomorrow and have the damaged furniture replaced or repaired. In the meantime, Faith, why don’t you pack enough to last a week or so, just in case, and we’ll get out of here.”
She went off without a word to do as he suggested, and when they were alone, Bishop said, “She could have trashed this place yesterday before she came looking for you. It’s possible.”
“She could have. I don’t believe she did. Do you?”
Bishop’s reply was somewhere between a shrug and a shake of his head, not open distrust of Faith but certainly ambivalence. “You do realize that it won’t take a public connection between you and Faith to draw the wrong sort of attention if somebody happens to be watching this place.”
“I realize that. I also realize somebody could have followed her to my place last night, so the connection between us might already be made.” Kane shrugged. “My building’s a hell of a lot more secure than this one even with a part-time doorman. And I’ll be there. Any way you look at it, she’ll be safer with me.”
“I wasn’t thinking only of her. Kane, have you considered the possibility that Faith might be responsible—directly or indirectly—for Dinah’s disappearance? That she might have brought trouble with her from Seattle, trouble that Dinah got caught up in?”
“After hearing
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