“Right. Something happened there, we just don’t know what,” El said.
When did El show up? Why was he there?
“Thanks for checking that out for me.”
“Any idea on who was attacking her?” another voice said. Who was that? Oh, the Boston dude.
“No.”
“I’ve got Emily looking into any kind of surveillance she can find on the island. It would help us if we could find out where she had been the last few weeks. Or even days,” El said. “We brought her some clothes. Oh, and we found a blonde wig too.”
There was a long pause. “Did you bring it?”
“Yeah. Along with all the post it notes she had in the kitchen. Your woman was in full on crazy mode,” Boston said.
Asshole. She wasn’t crazy. Her grandmother had had her tested. All those doctors said she was normal. Mostly.
She heard the rustle of a bag.
“Son of a bitch,” Ian muttered. “I was right.”
“What?” El asked.
“I ran into her today, but she was using an excellent Russian accent.”
“Sam’s always been good with accents. She approached you?” El asked.
“No. She turned and ran into me.”
“At least that will give us a jumping off point,” El said. “We’ll be able to trace her movements so we can check out any surveillance video along the route.”
After Ian gave them the information, she heard El walk away and start talking on the phone.
“You know this is a mess, right?” Boston asked.
“What would you have me do? Turn her in? That would get her killed.”
“Naw, I know better than to think you would do that. I just wanted to know if you knew how FUBAR this is.”
Ian grunted and she found even that sexy. Her concussion was really screwing her up. Grunts weren’t sexy. They were annoying.
“Believe me, I do.”
“I’ll check in with El and see if he needs anything.”
Then she heard his footsteps as he walked away. She sensed rather than heard Ian walk closer. Freaking spy.
“You know I know you’re awake, right?”
Ugh. She opened her eyes. He was watching her.
“Do you know how creepy it is to watch someone when they sleep?”
“You weren’t sleeping. Also, you have a concussion.” He was frowning at her. “You should probably be in a hospital. Do you have any aliases we can use to get you checked out?”
She sat up and instantly regretted it. The room spun, her stomach revolted. It was all she could to do keep the burger she’d eaten down. She fought it back, barely.
“No. They will look at the hospitals.”
