“Not quite. First, it’s notmurder.Also, your uncle and grandfather were found and tested later, when the whole family, minus you, Rosalind, and Thora, were brought in. If you were in the house, you would have been tested, and there would be mention of it under one of your records. They should have looked for you in care, but we don’t always have the resources to search hard for someone,” the officer told me.
“You testbabies?” Horror coated me. But then my siblings were tiny, and they were tested.
Also, not murder? Really?
“You’ve had the test, it doesn’t hurt. Small children will need to be tested again as teenagers.”
“How can you be so calm about it?” My hands fisted as the tears started again.
“Can you just answer the questions?” Anger and frustration rolled off of the officer.
Ugh. It’s not like I could tell them the truth.
Or could I?
“Fine. But I want my mates. Somehow, Rosalind accessed a smuggling network that helped people with illegal designations start over. We were sent elsewhere. No, I don’t know who these people are. I’m making deductions here,” I told them.
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Give me your address where you grew up.” She tapped on her tablet.
I gave it to her.
“Arealaddress, Grace. This city doesn’t exist.” Her eyes narrowed.
“Not here. Somehow, we were smuggled to another world. One like ours, but not quite. One where she wasn’t illegal. The smuggling ring isn’t around anymore, and I wish I knew how they did it. I mean, I know the basics of the math behind it, but not how you’d actually implement it,” I elaborated.
She blinked. “You expect me to believe that you went to another world? How did you get back?”
“That’s a whole different story,” I replied. “But that’s why you can’t find Rosalind Ellington or her address.”
Anger filled the room as the officer huffed. “I can’t even.”
“Grace, your genetics are fine. You said so yourself, she hurt you. Just tell us what we need to know, instead of making up stories about other worlds,” the agent scolded.
“I did! A concussion gave me memory loss. It’s in my file. She’s dead, okay. So, you can rest easily that there’s one less sigma out there, and you’ll just have to recover her treasure later. That’s what this is about, right? Not prosecuting her, but finding whatever it was she stole? Can I have my mates now?” I snapped, tired of all this.
“I’m done here.” The officer stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
The agent shook her head and left.
Ugh. I wanted my mates. While I got love from Wes and Evan, I wantedthem.But I had no idea where my phone was. Also, I was only in my swimsuit.
I used the bathroom, bringing the monitor with me. Maybe I’d go find them. I tried the door to the hall. Locked.
“Can I have some food? My mates? Anyone?” I banged on the door.
Nothing.
“Hey, I thought I didn’t do anything wrong?” I opened the shades and tapped on the window that looked out onto the hallway.
Still nothing. Trudging back to the bed, I pressed the call button. Maybe a nurse could bring me some food?
The room was a little smaller than the one I’d been in back in Rockland. It had a couch and a small table. But it felt uncomfortable. Probably because I didn’t have my hot man mattress.
Two people walked by, and I perked as the door opened.
“Hi, Grace. I came to check on you,” the doctor I’d seen earlier said.
A male nurse in pink scrubs was with her, pushing a small machine.
