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

Grace’s scar and said she really needs to have her forehead seen by a doctor. The injury is healing, but a doctor…or maybe a plastic surgeon, can make it less noticeable. But one way or the other, it should be looked at.”
    “I’ll take her to Doc Sanderson, if that’s okay with you, Jack?” The doctor treated the Saints’ injuries, not asking questions, knowing they were investigators. He was efficient and understood the nature of their business, having been a former Army doctor.
    “He’ll be good. Hell, he’ll be surprised to see a pretty face,” Bart laughed.
    The meeting dismissed, the Saints broke up into groups to plan their parts of the mission. Marc pulled Blaise to the side. “We’re going to need to interview Grace to find out what she says about the car. Can we do that before you take her to her apartment?”
    “Yeah. Follow me and we’ll do it first.” Realizing she did not have a cell phone, he turned to Jack and asked, “Can I get a burner cell phone for her to use in case of emergencies?”
    Luke went to the storage room, returning with one, handing it to Blaise. “This’ll be good for her.” He hesitated a moment, drawing Blaise’s attention.
    “What is it?”
    “I was just wondering if you wanted…well, if you felt about Grace…”
    “Just say what’s on your mind!”
    “I wondered if you wanted me to put a tracer on your Saint medallion?” Luke finally got out.
    Blaise did not hesitate as he reached under his shirt and grabbed his St. Blaise pendant and pulled the chain off his neck. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely,” he said, handing it to Luke, who grinned as he walked into the back room with the medallion in his grasp.
    Standing, legs apart, hands on hips, Blaise noted the others grinning at him. “What?” he asked testily. “I’m gonna keep her safe at all costs.”
    “Watch your heart, man,” Bart laughed. “You put that medallion around her neck and she’s claimed.”
    Grinning back, Blaise nodded. “Damn straight!”
    *
    Sitting in Blaise’s living room an hour later, Grace clutched his hand as Marc questioned her. Jude used his tablet to map out what she remembered and Patrick, still learning some of the finer points of investigating, watched and listened carefully.
    “I remember, when I crawled out of the car, I heard water. When I looked down the hill, I could see a fairly large creek. The car had come down the ravine and stopped when it finally hit several trees. Um…” she stopped and rubbed her head.
    “You’re doing fine, babe,” Blaise encouraged, receiving a small smile.
    “I climbed up…I can’t tell you how long it took me, but I’d say at least thirty minutes because I had to stop every couple of feet. My head was no longer bleeding, but it hurt really badly. Gypsy stayed with me and a couple of times, she allowed me to grab her as she pulled me forward.”
    “Tell us about the road when you got to the top. Was it two lane, four lane, gravel, paved blacktopped, have lines painted, straight, curvy…anything you can think of,” Marc queried.
    “Um…it was two lanes. But there was shoulder space on each side so it wasn’t too narrow. I stood there for a while before I started walking downhill. The trucker came fairly soon after that. Um…let’s see…it was paved…blacktop and not recently. It had lines painted, but again not recently because they were sort of worn. There were curves and,” she looked up suddenly and said, “there were no guardrails. Why would there be no guardrails?”
    “There are supposed to be guardrails, but some lesser-used roads are susceptible to them being missing or in disrepair and I don’t know how often they’re checked,” Marc answered.
    “What can you tell us about the area around the road?” Jude asked.
    “It was heavily wooded. When the trucker picked me up, we drove down the mountain about ten minutes before we passed any buildings.”
    “Do you remember the buildings?” Patrick asked