Hiding in the Shadows tbscus-2

by Кей Хупер

  Bishop looked at him. "Dinah told Masterson this woman had been hurt because of her. Was that true?"

  Kane shook his head. "Only in that she was driving to meet Dinah when it happened. But she felt responsible and nothing I could say made any difference. Said if it hadn't been for her, her friend would never have been driving that afternoon, and so would never have run her car into an embankment."

  "She lost control of it?"

  "According to the police report. I asked about it as a matter of course, after Dinah disappeared. The police couldn't see a connection, and I couldn't either. Just a common traffic accident, caused by carelessness."

  "And she was a good friend?"

  "It certainly sounds that way, although I can't remember Dinah ever mentioning her before the accident. Not that it's all that unusual for her to have old friends I've never heard of. Especially if they're work related. "

  "And was Faith Parker work related?"

  "Dinah was so upset about the accident, I didn't ask too many questions. All I know for sure is that Faith never appeared in any of Dinah's stories, at least not by name." God knew he was familiar with Dinah's backlog of work; he had spent long hours reading and rereading everything she'd written, looking for clues to her disappearance.

  "I don't like coincidences," Bishop said grimly. "A friend of Dinah's, possibly someone related to her work, rams her car into an embankment and ends up in a coma, an accident about which Dinah feels excessively guilty — to the tune of half a million dollars. A few weeks later, Dinah herself disappears. Now, there may be absolutely no connection between the two things, as the police believe. But I think we'd better make sure."

  "How? If Faith Parker is in a coma, who do we ask?"

  "We'll have to look more closely at the police reports of the accident, maybe take a look at the car, too. Talk to her doctors again, the nursing staff again."

  "And ask them what?" Kane was baffled.

  "According to the staff, Dinah spent her visits in that room talking to her, not to anyone else. And they don't seem to know anything about Faith's background or history."

  "Maybe with a different set of questions to ask, we'll get different answers," Bishop assured him' Kane valued Bishop's intuition as much as he did his investigative training—maybe more so. And he was eager to try anything that might help to point them in a new direction.

  "It's worth a try," he agreed. "And maybe Dinah's other lawyer can tell us something as well."

  "Maybe. At the very least, we can verify that Dinah really was giving money to worthy causes."

  Kane frowned. "You think it could be something else?"

  "No, but it never hurts to be sure." He smiled slightly as his friend shot him a look.

  "Dinah was... is too smart to pay blackmail money even if she had done something to be blackmailed for, which I very much doubt. But it's possible that someone took advantage of her and — she found out about it later, after the money was handed over."

  Kane nodded slowly. "Dinah would have been furious, would have wanted to get her money back and punish whoever had deceived her. She wouldn't have been afraid to face up to whoever it was and threaten retaliation, even prosecution. But then..."

  He broke off, and Bishop didn't have to hear the words to know how his friend had silently finished that sentence.

  In that case, getting Dinah out of the way for some amount of time wouldn't help. Unless she disappeared permanently.

  Bishop knew that Kane had been clinging to what was very likely an unrealistic hope. That if she had an unknown enemy, that person had wanted Dinah out of the way only for a while. That she was being held hostage somewhere, undoubtedly furious and bored but safe. That somehow the crisis would be resolved and Dinah would be released unharmed.

  Bishop knew better. He didn't want to know it, but he did. Within hours of his arrival in Atlanta, his training and experience told him that it was only a matter of time before Dinah's body was found.

  But he wasn't about to offer that cold knowledge to Kane. Stranger things had happened, and there was always a chance, however slim, that Kane was right.

  Bishop wouldn't take that away from him.

  There was time enough for brutal reality if and when it had to be faced.

  In the meantime, investigating possibilities was one way of keeping Kane busy. He needed to feel he was doing something to help the woman he loved. And they had to find out what had happened, whether or not the information could help Dinah now; if she was already dead, somebody had killed her, and that somebody was going to pay for it.

  Before the silence could grow too large and become filled with paralyzing thoughts and fears, Bishop said, "I still think blackmail is unlikely, but it's something we need to look into. And the connection between Dinah and this friend of hers. Since the police didn't see a connection and moved on, I doubt they'll look again, especially now."

  "Why especially now?"

  Bishop shrugged. "I have a feeling they're going to have their hands full now that your reward has been announced."

  "You still don't think that was a good idea, do you?"

  "I think a million dollars is a hell of a lot of money. And I think there are quite a few people willing to make something up if they think there's a hope in hell of getting that money. It could just muddy the water, Kane."

  "Or it could inspire whoever might be holding Dinah to tip the police as to where she can be found."

  "Yes, it could. Especially since you worded the statement to make it plain the money would be paid only if Dinah is found alive and well."

  Kane changed the subject. "Getting back to the second lawyer, do you think he'll be willing to talk to us?"

  "I don't know. He'll be bound by attorney — client privilege, but given Dinah's disappearance, he might be willing to set that aside in her best interests. We won't know until we talk to him. Assuming we can find out who he is."

  "Well, until the banks open on Monday, we can't pursue that lead anyway. Which leaves us with Faith Parker. The hospital is on our way. Do you think...?"

  Bishop did.

  But at the hospital, they encountered an unexpected obstacle.

  "She was released two days ago." Dr. Burnett, hunted down for them by a somewhat startled nurse, had an air of weariness about him. But he brightened when he talked about Faith, clearly feeling a proprietary pride in his former patient.

  "Released?" Kane stared at him. "When I was here a month or so ago, she was in a coma."

  "Yes, she was. But she woke up a little more than three weeks ago."

  "Isn't that ... unusual?" Bishop asked.

  "Very. I'm writing a paper for the medical journals. It's also unusual that she awakened with minimal aftereffects. No brain damage, good response to physical therapy, she was on her feet and walking within days, and in better emotional shape than most. Even if she did lose her memory."

  "Her memory?" Kane felt a crushing disappointment. "She can't remember anything?"

  "No, poor thing. Her life before the accident might as well have been wiped clean. All her language skills are intact, she reads and writes, recalls historical events and even current events right up to the time of the accident — but she has no personal memories. She didn't know her name, didn't even know what she looked like."

  "Will her memory come back?" Bishop asked.

  "Probably. Though it could take years. She suffered a blow to the head, but we're not sure if the amnesia was caused by the physical trauma or something psychological."

  "Meaning the loss of memory could be a defense mechanism, a way of protecting herself from memories too distressing to recall?"

  The doctor frowned at Bishop. "Perhaps."

  After exchanging a quick look with his friend, Kane said to the doctor, "I talked to you when I was here before, about Dinah Leighton. Do you remember?"

  "Certainly. A very nice lady, Miss Leighton. As I told you before, she and I talked several times — but only about Miss Parker's condition a
nd prognosis. Miss Leighton was most concerned about her." His face changed, and his brilliant eyes narrowed as they fixed on Kane. "I assume there's been no word?"

  Kane shook his head. "Agent Bishop and I are gathering information on our own, trying to piece together what Dinah was doing in the weeks before her disappearance."

  By now, the spiel was automatic. Burnett frowned. "I wasn't aware the FBI had been called in."

  Smoothly, Bishop said, "We don't always alert the media, Doctor. Working quietly behind the scenes often garners faster results."

  "I see. Well then, I assume you'll want to talk to the nursing staff again about Miss Leighton's visits? "

  "If you could arrange that, we would be most grateful," Bishop said, all but bowing. "Of course. If you'll wait here, I'll go speak to the floor supervisor and get things started."

  "Thank you, Doctor."

  Kane looked at Bishop. "You were very polite. Do you dislike him as much as I do?"

  "Yes, I believe I do. And I wonder why."

  "You shook hands with him — pick up any bad vibes?"

  Bishop gave him a look. "None to speak of."

  "Then," Kane offered, "it's probably just our natural dislike of human godhood."

  "That's an oxymoron."

  "No, that's a doctor. I don't like hospitals or doctors as a rule," Kane said, "so maybe that explains my reaction. I couldn't find even a whisper of a reason he might have been involved in Dinah's disappearance. And he appears to have witnesses to his movements that entire last day."

  "I didn't seriously suspect him," Bishop said.

  Kane sighed and decided not to tell his friend that he had, over these last weeks, suspected virtually everyone he met.

  It took them a couple of hours to talk to the staff members who had seen or talked to Dinah. They heard about her friendliness, her quiet charm, her concern for her friend. What they did not hear was any awareness that Dinah had been pursuing a story or any explanation for her excessive guilt over Faith Parker's accident.

  No one remembered the name of the lawyer who had come to see Faith, and by then Burnett had finished his shift, so they hadn't been able to ask him.

  It was late afternoon when they headed to Kane's apartment.

  "Since we didn't get any information," Bishop said reflectively, "we have good reason to go talk to Faith. Amnesia or no amnesia, she can tell us who the lawyer is."

  "You sound doubtful of the amnesia," Kane noted.

  "I think it's very convenient, that's all."

  "Convenient for whom, dammit? Faith could have answered a lot of my questions, but now ..."

  "Let's wait until we talk to her before we rule her out as a possibly helpful source."

  "And we can talk to the rest of the hospital staff on Monday," Kane said, "and see if they have anything helpful to add. I just have an awful feeling we're going to hear more of the same — lovely opinions of Dinah that don't help us one bit."

  "That awful feeling is probably an empty stomach," Bishop said prosaically. "We haven't eaten since breakfast. And there's probably nothing in your apartment."

  Kane recognized the attempt to take his mind off things, and smiled.

  They settled on take-out Chinese food, and by seven o'clock, were in the process of putting away the leftovers. When the doorbell rang, Kane assumed it was a delivery boy from the grocery store he'd called. But when he went to the door, he found a woman he didn't recognize standing there.

  She was just a bit over five feet tall and too slender by at least a dozen pounds, but she was a knockout.

  Gleaming dark red hair with golden highlights, luminous pale skin as smooth and without flaw as polished porcelain, full lip — the bottom one currently being worried by small white teeth which with natural color, a straight nose, and big eyes the most unusual shade of green he'd ever seen.

  After he silently acknowledged her beauty, he realized she was frightened, and that made him speak more gently than usual.

  "Can I help you?" She was staring up at him, an odd series of emotions crossing her face. Disappointment, bewilderment, pain, speculation, frustration, helplessness. She took a step backward.

  "No. No, I... I think I have the wrong apartment. I'm sorry I bothered you."

  Before she could turn away, he reached out and grasped her arm. It felt very fragile. "Wait. Are you... Do you have any information about Dinah?"

  She looked at his hand on her, then up at his face, her own frozen in indecision.

  "I don't think so," she whispered.

  Kane didn't release her. A sudden memory surfaced in his mind, a memory of a still, slight figure in a hospital bed glimpsed briefly as he'd stood in the doorway. Her thin face was so colorless and immobile that it had appeared to him masklike, an inanimate thing holding no life.

  Eerie and ghostly, especially with the nearby machines audibly counting off the beats of her heart to insist, with a machine's irrefutable logic, that she was, in fact, a living creature.

  It was almost impossible to recognize that comatose patient in this woman, whose rioting emotions were the very definition of chaotic life.

  But suddenly he was sure.

  "You're Faith, aren't you? Dinah's friend."

  Her eyes searched his face, but whatever she was looking for she apparently didn't find. A little sigh escaped her, and she said, "Yes. I'm Faith."

  CHAPTER 2

  He didn't know her.

  There hadn't been a flicker of recognition in those first seconds.

  They hadn't been lovers.

  And since they hadn't been lovers, her dreams could not be memories of a relationship.

  As Kane Macgregor led her into his apartment, that realization swirled in Faith's mind, baffling, frightening. What could it possibly mean?

  He didn't know her, yet her response to him had been immediate and intense. She knew he could feel her shaking, and she was afraid the heat in her skin would also betray her. His voice, his touch, his face, all were utterly, painfully familiar, a small pool of bright, clear certainty in the ocean of blackness all around her, and she feared it would kill her if she had to turn away from that, from him, and plunge alone into the dark unknown.

  But she would have to. There was only one explanation she could think of to account for the dreams, one thing that made a certain kind of sense to her, and if what she suspected was true, then those dreams, that connection she felt so vividly between her and Kane Macgregor, were yet another thing someone else had given her. Not hers at all.

  She had no sense of herself, and it was terrifying.

  He introduced Noah Bishop as his friend, and she vaguely recognized him as the man who had been with Kane on television. The angry scar down his left cheek didn't bother her, but his pale, watchful eyes made her uneasy; they were more silver than gray, and peculiarly reflective. She had the disturbing notion that he could see all the way to her soul.

  "Some security building you've got here," Bishop said dryly to Kane.

  "It's just electronic security on the front door at night," Kane replied. "Easy enough to get into the building if one of the neighbors is buzzing in a visitor."

  "That's how I came in," Faith confessed, not needing to explain that she'd been unsure of her welcome.

  Bishop sighed. "An armed guard or two would probably be a good idea."

  "I'll add that to my list of things to do," Kane said.

  "Sit down, Faith."

  She did, at one end of the couch, grateful to be off her feet. She still tired easily, and just getting up the nerve to come here had been exhausting.

  Kane frowned down at her. "You're frozen. How do you take your coffee?"

  She had no idea, and tried to choke back the bubble hysterical laughter trying to escape her throat. "I... just any way. It doesn't matter."

  At least he'd misread her shaking and her flushed cheeks, assuming both to be due to the chilly evening.

  "I'll get it," Bishop said, and went around the corner into the kitchen.r />
  Kane joined her on the couch, no more than a foot away and half-turning so he could watch her.

  "I'm glad you came, Faith." He added almost apologetically, "Do you mind my using your first name? It's the way Dinah spoke of you, and..."

  Faith shook her head. "No, I don't mind."

  Maybe it'll start to sound familiar.

  "Good. Thank you. I'm Kane. As for my friend, most people call him Bishop."

  "Everybody but you," Bishop called from the kitchen, proving that either he had very good ears or the walls were thin.

  Kane smiled slightly, then repeated to Faith, "I am glad you came. We wanted to talk to you, even though Dr. Burnett said you couldn't remember anything."

  There was the faintest questioning lift to the statement.

  "Nothing of my life," she confessed. "Nothing ... personal. Not who I am or where I came from. I'm still not used to the name, the face I see in the mirror. It's ... disconcerting."

  "I'd think it would be scary as hell," he said bluntly.

  "That too."

  Bishop returned to the room with coffee and handed her a cup. Their hands touched as she accepted it, and she was suddenly conscious of a moment of intense stillness. His eyes seemed to bore into hers, and she was acutely aware of his warm fingers touching hers. The connection was so powerful, it was as if he held her physically in an inescapable grip.

  Then, even as she became aware of it, the moment passed. His fingers drew away and he straightened, his gaze calm and cool once more. Shaken, Faith sipped the coffee and tried to think only of the drink. He had fixed it with plenty of cream and sugar, and since it tasted pleasant she assumed this was indeed how she took her coffee.

  "Thank you."

  He nodded and chose a chair across from the couch. Very conscious that he was watching her closely, she turned to Kane.

  "I was obviously Dinah's friend," she said to him. "I didn't know you?"

  "We never met. I... went to the hospital after Dinah disappeared, to talk to the staff about her visits, and saw you briefly, but that was all."

  She was afraid her hands would shake and betray her growing weariness and fear, so she set her cup on the coffee table and laced the fingers together in her lap. "Do you have any idea how long I'd known Dinah, or where we'd met? Anything like that?"