Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan

said, nodding. “Those were the colors in her bedroom.”
    Breathing a sigh of relief, Blaise said, “Maybe, just maybe, it’ll all start coming back to her.”
    Cam spoke up, “Miriam suggested a counselor for Grace. Both she and Bethany have seen a really good trauma counselor in Charlestown.”
    “Dani’s started going to the groups with Miriam and Bethany now and she likes this lady,” Chad added.
    “You’re right. No matter what happened to cause the accident and her memory loss, I feel like Grace is going to need some help to work through the memories,” Blaise conceded. “She has a great deal of fear, but can’t figure out why. I checked on her in the middle of the night and she was curled up tightly with her dog.”
    Jack nodded toward Luke and said, “Okay, tell us what you’ve got and then we’ll hear about Bart and Cam’s visit last night.”
    “Can you start with her family?” Blaise interjected. “She’s really wanting to have some facts to help her with her memories.”
    “Sure,” Luke said. “Her parents, Elizabeth and George Kennedy, were in their early forties when they had her and she was an only child. They owned a small family farm northwest of Richland and moved to a house in the suburbs about eight years ago, shortly after Grace went to college. Two and a half years ago, they were on an icy road and slid down into a ravine. Both were killed upon impact, according to the police report.”
    Blaise, silent for a moment as he digested another piece of sad information about Grace, looked up at Luke for him to continue.
    Accepting a nod from Blaise, Luke said, “Grace Marie Kennedy, twenty-seven years old. Graduated from VCU with a degree in Criminal Justice. She worked for a county Sheriff’s department for about two years before becoming involved in their canine program and did that for another two years. Last year, she left her job and went back to a K-9 school for training with the TSA canine program. She had just completed that and was in the process of becoming a full-time employee with TSA in Richland.” As Luke recited his findings, he continued to glance up at Blaise.
    “So how the hell does she go missing for three weeks and no one notices? Searches for her? Contacts the police?” Blaise growled. Catching the expressions of the others feeling the same way, Blaise looked back at Luke and said, “Keep going, man. I’m all right.”
    “Here’s where the info gets tricky,” Luke continued, as everyone’s attention ratcheted up, instantly more on alert. “From her social media accounts, it looks like she’s not very active. There were only a couple of friends from VCU that she kept up with and that was sporadical. There were pictures of her going away party from the Sherriff’s office and that split appears amicable, but there also hasn’t been much contact between her and her former co-workers. The training classes just graduated a month ago, and most of them are in the process of getting new jobs with their dogs as well. She also just moved. The apartment that Bart and Cam went into last night had only been rented for about two months.”
    “So her life was right in the middle of change when she had the accident,” Marc stated. “Almost like the worst time for someone to go missing—right when there was no one steady that she saw on a daily basis to notice her gone.”
    “Let’s talk about the accident,” Blaise demanded. “What do we know?”
    Luke continued, “She drives an older model Nissan Altima, black with grey interior. She bought the car from a reputable used car dealership and has had it for almost two years.”
    “Blaise, is there any chance she would remember where the accident occurred? I know she said it was at the bottom of a ravine, not noticeable from the road since it was covered in thick brambles and trees, but we could search,” Patrick added.
    “I don’t know, but it’s worth shot to find out.”
    Jack nodded, jotting down notes on