“Why?”
“Because Buford is here. Going to have him run her prints and see if she comes up in any missing person databases.”
“You went to Buford?”
“You questioning how I run shit?”
“No, Prez.”
“Good. We don’t know who this woman is or what she may be involved in. I have the whole club and a family to think about.”
“Understood. We’ll be there soon.” I end the call and watch Lacey as she stares at the bottles of body wash, seemingly having a hard time choosing one. She has this blank, scared look on her face. Her eyes are dull and not vibrant like they were when she was picking out some clothes.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” She blinks, slowly. “All good.” She grabs a random bottle from the shelf and tosses it into the cart.
“We need to wrap this up and head back to the clubhouse.”
Chapter Four
Lacey
“And you say you don’t recall how you wound up on the beach?”
I shake my head. I’ve answered this Sherrif’s questions as much as I can.
I don’t know why I was wearing a wedding dress. I don’t know if I’m married or where I live. I don’t know my age or my real name. I don’t know my birthday or the names of my parents.
Tears burns at the backs of my eyes.
I wish I could remember.
Something.
Anything.
“That’s enough,” Kevlar butts in. “If she says she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know.”
“Welp.” The man pulls on his gun belt. “No one has reported a missing person, and she seems fine other than the memory. There’s not much I can do for now. I’ll take her prints back to the station and run her picture through facial recognition. Hopefully, we get a hit. I’ll be in touch.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Blood says.
I know he thinks I’m hiding something, but I genuinely don’t remember. Staring at my hands, there are no tan lines to suggest I wore any rings. My manicured nails hint that maybe I’m someone who took great care of herself. Back there at the store I was looking at the different soaps wondering which one was the less crappy of the options.
I walk to the back patio doors, staring out into the dark of night. Is there someone out there watching or looking for me? “Where do we go from here?” I look to Kevlar for answers he doesn’t have. I don’t want to overstay my welcome or for these guys to see me as a liability. A problem that they don’t need.
He shrugs like a strange woman washing up on the beach is a normal occurrence. “For now, I’ll keep you safe, and we’ll wait to see if Buford turns up anything. Or maybe you’ll remember something important.”
“Do you think someone was trying to kill me?”
His expression hardens. His brows drawing together. “It’s possible, but if they are, we’ll be ready for them. Deadman’s Beach isn’t that big. Word travels fast. Maybe you were trying to come here for a reason. Maybe you knew you’d find help here. Whatever the reason, I found you, and if someone wants to come after you, they’ll have to go through me.”
“Or maybe I washed up like driftwood.”
“Your dress was mostly dry. At least the top half.”
“Does that really tell us anything?”
