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“Some dark tragedy? Did you cause it or only exploit it?”
“He ran up some debts. Put up the house to cover them. He was ready to move on. He wasn’t seeing the kind of return on the house he had been hoping for.”
“Is distressed property a large part of your portfolio?”
“Oh, now you’re a business analyst?”
“I’ve a feeling there’s a little more to that story than you’re telling me.”
He shrugs again. “There are things you’re not telling me.”
Maybe he’s talking about what happened between me and the Warrior, but I wonder if he has something else in mind.
“What can I be holding back? I don’t remember anything.”
“I think you still have a few secrets up your sleeve.”
After a while he says, “We’re bringing the doc up here to look you over, but I don’t know if he’ll be much use from here on.”
This time I wait him out.
He watches me as he says, “He seems to think you’ll recover your memory at your own pace.” Trying to see how his words are landing, I guess. Trying to judge their impact. “That’s supposed to be his specialty. If all he can prescribe is wait and see, then we probably have all that we’re going to need from him.”
“Okay.”
His head tilts. “You don’t seem to mind.”
“I don’t. Not much.”
“Don’t care whether you see him or not?”
“What are you after?”
“You’re getting along fine with everyone, aren’t you. Little miss easy-going.”
I squint at him.
“When you’re not climbing out of windows, that is.” He takes another sip. “Which you do just when there happens to be a drone in the air.”
My heart stops. Holds in suspension. I don’t breathe for a moment. “Seriously?” I blink. “What, do you think I’ve got a drone chip implanted or something?”
“Have you?”
“Honestly? How the fuck would I know? But I was unconscious for some time, right?”
“You don’t know how long, though, right?”
“But do you think the drone chip was sleeping, too?”
He shrugs. “Maybe they knew where you were. They could just have been waiting on a sign that you were awake.”
“I’m pretty sure those men at the house were there to kill me.” Now Ireallywish I had a shot of whiskey. “I’m also sure that I stopped one of them killing you.”
His eyes narrow.
“You’ve been getting pretty cozy with… one of our number.”
“Still no names. Are you afraid you’ll let something slip there? Is it really doctor’s orders that’s keeping you from using names when I’m around? Even mine? You talk about me keeping secrets, holding back when there’s practically nothing that Icantell you. Butyou,” I’m holding on to the arms of the chair, trying to will my breathing and my pulse to calm down. “You could probably give me my whole life history. Chapter and verse.” I take a couple of slow breaths. He’s about to speak.
