“I know. But there’s got to be something he missed. No one thinks of everything. It’s the exact reason I found this scrape on my headlight.”
“True. But, Dash, this could get a lot uglier before the truth finally comes out. We also need to have eyes on your girl. If this guy realizes she’s getting close to finding answers, he could escalate. The notes you told me about are bad enough. But who knows what else he’s already done that you’re unaware of.”
“Trust me, I know. I’ll do anything to keep her safe and to make sure she’s happy.”
He hesitates before speaking again.
“Even if it means giving her up when all of this is over? You could inadvertently trigger memories she’d rather forget if it turns out to be your car that was involved like you think it was, whether you were the driver or not.”
“Like I said, I’ll do anything. Even if it means letting go of the very reason my heart beats. She shines brighter than the sun and moon combined, and I’ll never allow her light to go out or even dim for any reason. Especially if it’s because of me.”
“Damn, Dash. I never knew you were such a romantic. It’s actually sweet. Something I never thought you could be,” he says with mild amusement and something akin to awe in his tone this time.
“Well, if I can help her find the rest of the pieces to this messed-up puzzle, maybe there will still be a love story worth saving. And if not, I’ll make sure she feels as whole again as possible without her sister.”
“Why do you sound like you’re already giving her up?” Jimmy asks.
“You didn’t see the light burn out in her eyes when she remembered that it looked like my car was the one behind the chaos we’re all in. She thought it was me. She said the words out loud, and the doubt was there.”
“I don’t understand. She remembered the wreck? Does she remember anything else?” he asks.
“Nothing that helps figure out who’s behind this. But enough to know who she is.”
“That’s awfully cryptic. Who is she?” he asks.
“This case is more twisted than you know yet, Jimmy. And I’d honestly rather not talk about it over the phone. This guy seems to know everything we don’t and is operating one step ahead of us. I need you to be the one person who still trusts me.”
“I’ll be there in twenty,” he says and then ends the call.
25
DASH
“Do you need my car at the evidence garage until this is settled?” I ask Jimmy as he puts away his fingerprint kit.
“Not yet, but I wouldn’t drive it until this is over. I took pictures and I’ll get the prints processed, but don’t get your hopes up there. This guy might have slipped up, but I’m sure it wasn’t by leaving his prints behind.”
I nod and cross my arms over my chest.
“You gonna explain her remembering who she is to me or are you just going to let me wonder?” he asks.
I hesitate at first, but I know he needs to know what I know to understand the entire chaos-filled nightmare of this situation.
“She’s Lennon.”
His brows furrow. “I knew you didn’t believe she was London, but I thought there was proof that she was?”
I shake my head and stare at the concrete floor for a minute.
“I still don’t know how she ended up wearing the shirt London was wearing, but she’s Lennon, Jimmy. Sheremembered it herself. She remembered who she is, and she remembered the accident. Otherwise, I’m not sure what else she remembers because she won’t talk to me. I’ve got London’s boyfriend, Hendrix, keeping an eye on her,” I tell him.
His eyes widen in surprise. “Wow, Dash. I don’t know whether I should say ‘congratulations’ because she really is your girl or if I should say ‘I’m sorry’ since she thinks you might secretly be the stalker responsible for her sister’s death.”
“Tell me about it.”
“And you’ve got the sister’s boyfriend watching her? What do you know about him? Is that a good idea?” he asks.
“Hendrix was about to propose to London. He’s a doctor and he was at the hospital on shift when everything happened. He’d never hurt her,” I tell him, sure about that.
