him wait until I’m in the dining room.
I can see Valerie out the window, but I make sure she can’t hear me before I press the phone to my ear. “Listen, I—fuck it. I have to tell her the truth, Cash.”
“Are you crazy? You can’t!” he spits back.
“Like hell I can’t,” I growl. “You didn’t see her face a minute ago. The chick turned as white as Casper the frigging ghost and had to hold her head like it was hurting. Bad.”
Guilt tugs on my heartstrings again, playing this bitter fucking tune I can’t stand.
“Why? What was the trigger?” Cash sounds concerned. Just not concerned enough to help me out of this hell he put me in.
“Nothing. That’s the thing. She just woke up from a nap.” Flustered, I run a hand through my hair, annoyed at the pain in my own head. “This lying shit gets a hundred times more complicated than you know. Right down to fucking cat food. Do you know how many different kinds of cat food there are?”
“Come now, you’re being—”
“I do, now,” I interrupt. “Bought one can of every kind because I’ve never owned a cat and have no clue what kind of chow they eat. Then I damn near scared a Boy Scout so bad he almost pissed his pants. All because he was selling popcorn to her when I pulled up, thinking he’d dropped by for Val.”
Did I mention guilt? It’s not a strong enough word for that crap.
If karma’s real, I’m coming back as a sea cucumber.
“What, you left the house with Valerie alone? Where’d you go?” Cash sounds amused. I’m not having it.
“To buy fucking cat food, Einstein! And more pain meds because you won’t give her something stronger than that over-the-counter pill candy. I was all out between Bryce’s banged up knee last week from surfing and this girl tossing them back like Tic Tacs every few hours.”
Just talking about it makes my own head feel like a hammer. Snarling, I pace the room, pinching the bridge of my nose, shaking my head.
“Damn it, Cash, this isn’t working,” I growl. “You can’t just plop some chick smack-dab in my house and say she’s always lived here. Or that I’ve been her ball and chain for fuck only knows how long. It’s not that easy.”
“We knew that when we started,” he says, so calmly I could reach through the phone and slug him. “It’s fine. She’s remembering little details, isn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“Right. A few more pieces every day. Give her time. Eventually, it’ll all come flooding back,” Cash says with a muffled sigh.
“That’s what worries me. Remembering scares the hell out of her. So does not knowing. I had to make up a load of bull about what she did before the blow to her noggin. You should’ve seen her face.”
I had. Turtles and coffee farming.
Goddammit.
I’m a former SEAL, not some kind of folk singer. I couldn’t think of anything better.
The metal tag gripped in my other hand has me saying, “She remembered the cat’s name.”
“Lovely. Is it Chester Cheetah?”
I grind my teeth. “No, jackass. It’s Savanny. Just like the Savannah breed.”
“Clever.” I can almost picture Cash’s wry smirk. “Anything more useful?”
“No. We’re not that lucky.”
“That’s how it goes with brain trauma and memory loss, I’m afraid. One thing at a time. Little bits here and there. I’m prescribing you a big fat dose of patience, Flint.”
Prescription, my ass. I’ve got his ticket right here, coiled up in a fist I want to throw at the nearest wall.
I look at the golden tag again. It’s the King Heron Fishing logo, all right.
I’ve been down by the docks in Honolulu and Pearl City enough times to know, having seen that big blue bird logo plastered on the sides of the big fishing ships coming into port.
“She’s going to remember more, sooner or later. She’ll know her family tried to kill her.” My anger deflates into this melancholy dread.
How the hell do I deal with that when the time comes?
Not to mention the happy realization I’ve been lying through my teeth to her. The woman would be insane to trust me after that.
“One step at a time, big guy,” Cash says. “I spoke to her mother today.”
I freeze.
Shit, I knew it was coming. Cash and I talked this morning, while Val was still asleep. I’d stretched my Google-fu skills to the max searching the web, set up multiple alerts, and yet no one’s put out a missing person’s report of any kind for