“Good to be back.”
He nods toward his office, the one beside Ryder’s. “I have some information.”
I follow him, eager for any intelligence on Delilah’s situation, and as I settle on the couch in his office, he nods toward the small fridge they all have as standard.
“Beer?”
“Thanks.”
He tosses me a can and then sits at his desk and taps into his computer.
“Word is that the Costello’s believe their daughter is still in Harmony Straits, the sanatorium Gideon Fox sent her to. However–”
He peers across his desk with a stern expression. “The woman he checked in there is another woman entirely. We don’t have her identity yet, but by all accounts, she’s still there.”
“Why haven’t her parents visited?”
I hate how they didn’t check in on her and Brewer huffs, “Who fucking knows? These rich pricks never fail to live up to my low expectations of them. Mind you, Gideon is a slippery snake and made sure she had a no-visitor policy attached. Apparently, she is not up to receiving visitors for the foreseeable future.”
“How long has she supposedly been there?”
I’m interested because it will give me a timeline on her misery because I’m almost certain that was when she was sent to live with Angela fucking Constable.
“Eighteen months.”
“Fuck!”
My hands ball into fists as I imagine eighteen months of misery for Delilah, and Brewer leans back, a slight shake to his head.
“We guess Aspen was delivered to Angela at the same time the other woman entered Harmony Straits.”
“She’s lost her memory. What could have caused that?”
He shrugs.
“Drugs, probably. Since you’ve met her, are any of her memories returning?”
“Slowly.”
He nods. “It wouldn’t surprise me if she gets them back soon as the drugs in her system fade.”
“Angela injected her every night, apparently.”
“Makes sense.”
Brewer slams his fist on the desk.
“I fucking hate this shit.”
We all do. It’s why we are so good at what we do. Saving broken angels is the most satisfying part of our job and yet imagining Delilah as one of them cuts me to the bone.
“So, I’m guessing Gideon knows his caged bird has flown through the bars. I wonder what his next move will be?”
Brewer voices my thoughts, and I nod. “We should check on the girl in the sanatorium. She could be in danger.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
He sighs. “It’s difficult to call this. If Aspen shows up with her memory intact, he could use it to his advantage. Say she escaped from the sanatorium and is mentally unstable, making up stories in her head. He would send her back there, and my guess is she wouldn’t make it out alive.”
