Page 14 of Over Her Dead Body

His voice softens. “I’m sorry, but you’re mistaken.”

The insult is almost professional.

I determine authenticity for a living.

His attention drifts past me again.

The man beside the car hasn’t moved.

“Why do you keep looking over there?”

The man glances up.

Reid turns his shoulder toward me, keeping the man beside the car in view.

“Who knows you’re here?”

The question is wrong enough that I forget everything else for a second.

“What?”

“Does anyone know where you are?”

“No one knows I’m in Lisbon.”

His eyes close briefly. “That was stupid.”

“You think I followed a stranger across an ocean because I’m grieving, but this is the part you have an opinion about?”

“Go back to the airport.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me the truth.”

“I already did.”

“You denied it. That isn’t the same thing.”

“I’m not who you think I am.”

I look toward the car.

The man is gone.

The car remains.

When I look back, Reid has moved closer.

“We shouldn’t do this here.”

“Do what? According to you, a stranger is embarrassing herself on the sidewalk.”

He looks past me once more.

“There’s a bar around the corner.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Fine.”