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She watched as he made his choice, then said, “Where were we?”
“Brian. Is he... or was he your boyfriend?”
“No. He was not.” As much as she hated to say the next thing to pop out of her mouth, she had to. “We were just friends.”
“Friends?”
Brit slowly nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Did you know what was going on there at the farm in regard to the animals?”
“What do you mean?”
“The illegal activity. The selling of stolen pets, dog fights etc.”
“No, not at all. I wasn’t there that long... Before... everything happened.”
“...And did he do anything to you that you didn’t want... done?”
She rubbed a hand over her right eye. It was such a betrayer; she could feel it start to twitch just like it did every time whenever she thought too much about what happened back at that farm. “He didn’t do anything to me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
Vince took a deep breath. “Okay then.”
“Are we done here?”
“Not quite.” He reached into his coat once again and this time pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, he leaned across and held it out to her.
“Do you know who this is?”
Brit looked down at the paper in her hands and almost screamed. On it was a missing persons report, with a reward of $50,000.00 for any information. But the person that was missing was herself.
She handed him the paper back and shook her head. “No, I have no clue who that is.”
He looked at her then at the photo. There was a resemblance no doubt about it. Except for the eyes. Of course, the makeup and a blonde wig could change a person’s appearance quite a bit. And the woman in the photo did have a lot on, but Vince wasn’t convinced it wasn’t her.
“So, you’re not Brianna Delacroix?”
“No?” She looked him straight in the eyes. “My last name is McCoy, I’m Irish not French. I can show you my birth certificate if you don’t believe me...”
Vince shook his head. “No, it’s fine. They say everyone has a twin somewhere in the world. Yours just happens to be in Toronto. Where did you say you were from again?”
So much for him believing her. “I didn’t. But I’m from the Niagara region, grew up on a farm twenty minutes from the falls.”
Just then a plastic sounding voice came over his walkie talkie, calling for all cars in the vicinity for another accident. Vince stood up and responded to the dispatcher. When he was done, he looked at her.
“I have to go but...” he reached into a pocket on his vest and handed her a card. “...if you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“Are we done then?” Brit stood and walked him to the door. “Do you need me to answer anything else?”
“No, we’re done. Like I said, reach out if you need anything.” He took hold of the door handle and with a backward glance, said, “You have a goodnight.”
“You too,” she said. A swirl of snow blew in as he opened the door. “Try to stay warm out there.”
“I’ll try,” he chuckled, disappearing into the darkness.
