Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan Page A

his tablet. Looking up, he asked Luke, “What else?”
    Shaking his head, Luke replied, “Not much. She has a checking and savings account. Nothing remarkable in either. Regular deposits from her jobs. Normal deductions. She got a sizeable insurance benefit from her parents’ deaths, but that was put in her savings and she hasn’t touched the money.”
    “Bart. Cam. What’d you find last night in her apartment?” Jack asked.
    Bart began, “We entered with no problems. The apartment was furnished, nice but not new. But…” he paused, sparing a glance toward Blaise, “it had been searched.”
    At that, the Saints’ attention narrowed to a focal point of what Bart was saying. “They did a half-assed job of covering up. Done, but sloppily.”
    “As though someone didn’t worry about her coming back and knowing her place had been searched. But also that it wouldn’t look searched to the common eye if someone else came in.”
    “Came in,” Blaise repeated, his voice hard. “Like the apartment super who would come in after her rent went unpaid, to ensure that he wouldn’t call the police.”
    “Exactly,” Bart agreed. “There was no laptop or computer of any kind in the apartment. Since she said there was nothing in the car, maybe someone wanted to make sure there was no link to her that someone could find.”
    The group was silent for a moment until Mitch spoke up from the video-conference. “Jack, right now, I’d say you’ve got enough to start an investigation. What do you want from the FBI?”
    Jack shot Blaise a look, then said, “The Saints are taking on the mystery of Grace Kennedy. I don’t think we’ll need your office until we obtain more evidence, but we’ll keep you informed.”
    Obtaining Mitch’s affirmation, he disconnected, leaving the Saints to begin processing the new case.
    “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Blaise admitted, piercing his co-workers and friends with his gaze. “The truth could be as simple as she was out with her dog, had a car accident and, suffering from amnesia, became disoriented and afraid. But…it’s too clean. Too neat. With someone searching her apartment… that indicates she had something that someone wanted. Wanted enough to stage an accident, assumed she was dead, and banked on her being at an in-between phase of her life so there was no one to report her missing.”
    “We need to look at anyone in her life before the accident, as well as try to find her car,” Jack said.
    “Do we want to keep her status secret?” Monty asked. “After all, if someone wanted her dead, don’t you think that they would be upset to know they had not finished the job?”
    “Fuck!” Blaise cursed at the thought of her still being in danger.
    “Monty’s right,” Jude agreed and the others nodded.
    “So, for now, in our investigation, as far as anyone knows, Grace Kennedy died in that car accident. We’ll conduct our interviews as though she is missing.”
    Jack continued to divvy out the assignments. “Jude, Patrick—I want you two to take whatever information Grace can give you about where she remembers the ravine and begin combing the area. Marc, you’re our outdoorsman—you take charge of that part of the investigation.”
    “What about her friends and workplaces?” Blaise asked. “I want to be in on some of the interviews.”
    Jack nodded, acknowledging Blaise’s professional ability to hold on to his temper if he did not receive answers he liked. “You, Monty, and Chad split up the interviewing. Check out the K-9 training facility, any friends she had there, and the TSA coordinator for hiring trainees. Blaise, you can take Grace to her apartment, but have Bart and Cam go with you since they were there last night. Get her to tell you if she remembers what’s missing, what’s out of place, and dust for fingerprints. If the intruder wasn’t expecting her back they may have been careless.”
    Cam spoke again, saying, “Blaise, Miriam looked at