Читать книгу Fractured Memory - Jordyn Redwood - Страница 11
ОглавлениеJulia pulled two suitcases from underneath her bed and laid them open on top of her hope chest. In that chest were many things she treasured from people close to her who had died. Her mother’s journal. Her father’s old baseball glove. Patchwork quilts her grandmother had sewn for great-grandchildren she would never know. Eli slid the Bible toward him and placed his index finger on the highlighted text.
“‘Fear thou not, for I am with thee. Be not dismayed, for I am thy God. I will strengthen thee. Yea, I will help thee. Yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.’ Isaiah 41:10.”
Julia stilled and watched him smooth his hand over the crinkled pages. It unnerved her to hear his voice read something so intimate. Was he reading the notes she scribbled in the margin? Her most closely held thoughts? Those pages were worn with overuse. How often had she read this verse to herself to change her heart?
To help her believe that God could provide peace from the fear and worry that plagued her.
How could she get the Bible back without seeming to be trying to hide something from him?
“Do you believe in God?” she asked, holding out her hand.
He closed the Bible gently and held it out for her. “I do, but I have to admit I’m a little jealous.”
She pulled the book from his hand. “Of me? Why?”
“You seem...intimate...with those words.”
Ben, who had been leaning against her door frame, walked to the center of her bedroom. “Julia, you can’t bring anything that could potentially disclose your location. No cell phone. Nothing electronic. No computer. E-reader. We can’t take any chances.”
Julia put the Bible at the bottom of her suitcase. “How many days do you think I’ll be gone? I need to notify the hospital. I need to tell my grandfather something so he won’t worry.”
Ben neared her. “You can’t say anything that might give a hint that you’re being put in protective custody. Tell your grandfather you’re leaving on vacation and won’t be available by phone for a few days.”
“But I call him every evening.”
“You can’t,” Ben insisted. “Not for a while. I know it seems harsh, but it’s as much for your safety as it is for his.”
Eli eased Ben away from her with a nudge to his shoulder.
“Julia, I don’t want you to worry about your grandfather,” Eli reassured her. “I’ll personally ensure his safety. The marshals’ office will have someone keep eyes on him, as well.”
“Is there any other close family we should be concerned about?” Ben asked.
Julia turned away and walked to her closet. She couldn’t bear saying it. That she was alone in the world. Her parents were dead. No siblings.
“Ben, let me worry about Julia’s extended family. Like you said, this is my area of expertise.”
Had Eli said that to protect her from having to talk about her lack of a family? Did he know all about her past?
“Also, we’ll need a cover story for the hospital,” Ben said. “Perhaps you could tell them your grandfather has had a medical emergency and you need to go on a leave of absence. You don’t know when you’ll be back.”
With several items of clothing in her hands, she turned back to face them. “You have no idea how long I’ll be gone?”
Eli was the one who met her gaze. “We’ll try and resolve this matter as soon as we can, but we can’t give you a time frame. I’m sorry.”
“Can I have a few minutes alone?”
Eli motioned Ben out of the room. “Let’s give her some space.”
“I need to make some calls,” Julia said.
Eli nodded and closed the door behind him.
Julia neared the window that looked out over her backyard. She didn’t want this to be her life—to be forced to run when she finally found some measure of peace and purpose again. But hadn’t that been what she was doing psychologically by not attempting to fill in the pieces of those missing months? This was just the physical expression of what she’d done mentally for a long time. She had struggled to let the past be the past. Now it pursued her, and she wasn’t prepared to handle what could happen. And what piece of the puzzle did Eli hold? How did he fit?
She picked up the phone. “Papa?”
“Dear Julia. It’s early for you to be calling.”
Her grandfather’s voice calmed her nerves. “Papa, I don’t want you to worry, but I won’t be able to call for a while.”
“Why? What’s happened?”
“It’s not something I can talk about right now. Please, just know I’ll be in good hands.”
“Is everything all right? I don’t like how vague you’re being. It’s not like you to hide something from me.”
The tears fell freely. How her heart ached to not be able to disclose what was happening to the one man who’d given her everything. “It’s been a rough few days.”
“How so?”
“A child I took care of died. We couldn’t save him.”
“How did he die?”
“He drowned in a hotel swimming pool.”
“If only you could have been there to pull him out. You were a great lifeguard. No one died on your watch.”
What her grandfather said was true. If only every parent knew CPR. A child in these modern times shouldn’t die of something so preventable. There was a point of no return despite all the advances of modern medicine. Julia knew—she had almost been there. “It was just too late by the time he got to us.”
“I’m sorry. I know you take it personally when a child dies. Your heart is so big, Julia, but though you feel upset by this incident, that’s not what’s really going on.”
“I promise to tell you someday soon—just not right now.”
“I’ll expect a full explanation.” Her grandfather’s law enforcement background would let him be appeased.
“Yes, sir.”
“I love you, Julia. Don’t ever forget that.”
Her chest heaved. She bit her lip, and tears rushed down her cheeks. She hadn’t realized Eli had entered her room again until he sat on the bed next to her, and the movement tilted her body into his side.
He brought his arm up around her shoulder. “I’m going to get you through this, Julia. I promise. I’ll take care of your grandfather. Nothing will happen to him.”
And somehow she felt it wasn’t the first time he said those words.
* * *
It always surprised Eli how nondescript safe houses looked. This one was a town house in a middle class neighborhood. He parked in the driveway and got out. Julia didn’t immediately follow him.
Best to give her some time to absorb her surroundings.
He went around to the trunk and removed her two suitcases. As he rounded the car to the passenger side, she ventured out, edging her car door closed. He motioned her to follow him up the porch steps. At the door was a key code lock. He punched in a few numbers and entered, holding the door open for her.
“We change the code at the beginning of every week,” he said. “We feel it’s more secure than having a key floating around.” Directly ahead was a staircase. “The only thing down here is the garage entrance and the utility closet. Everything else is upstairs.”
Eli waited for her to climb the steps. Cautiously, she stepped as deliberately as a cub exploring beyond his mother’s boundaries. At the top, he motioned to the left. She took the lead and opened the door. He scooted in behind her and rested the suitcases at the bottom of the bed.
“There are cameras in every room but the bathroom.” He pointed out the one in the corner. “We’ll generally leave you alone, monitoring you through the cameras. I’m going to give you this.” He pulled a balled chain from his pocket that held a white square with a prominent red button.
“My grandfather wears one of these.”
He held it up, and she dutifully bent her head forward as he laid the chain over the turtleneck. A soft tendril of her hair slid over his fingers, stirring a warm memory. Eli forced himself to stay on task. This woman’s safety was the only priority. “It’s essentially the same thing. I’ll let you decide if you want to wear it under your shirt or not.”
She clasped her fingers around it. “I press it and you’re here at my whim?”
Her smile was timid but unexpected heat surged through his chest. “Within minutes, someone will be here. Preferably me.”
“How does this work?”
“You’ll be monitored twenty-four-seven by a team of agents. We don’t want to be obvious to the neighbors, but their response time is a couple of minutes if they see anything concerning or you feel like something is out of place.”
“I should unpack?”
“Do what feels comfortable to you. We don’t want you to feel like a prisoner.” He handed her a sheet of paper. “This is the phone number for the agents who are monitoring you when I’m not here. This number won’t change, so I suggest you memorize it. If you want to go anywhere, they’ll take you.”
She took the slip of paper from his hand. “You’re not staying today?”
Relief swept through him. Was it possible that she saw something in him she remembered? Or was it just merely that he’d been there to save her life this morning?
“I’m going to leave you with Ben tonight as I follow up on forensic items from the hit package, and I’m going to pay a visit to your grandfather. I had a few grocery items placed in the kitchen that should get you by until tomorrow.”
“Thanks for everything you’re doing, Eli.”
“I’ve upended your life. I’ll try to make the transition as easy as possible. There are a few things I want to go over with you, since this hit man seems to prefer bullets.” Eli leaned against the dresser. “If we’re in a car getting shot at, I need you to get as low as you can.”
“Wouldn’t that be natural instinct?”
Eli smiled. “You would think so until it actually happens to you. People tend to freeze in a crisis, but your emergency nursing background probably won’t allow that happen. You’re trained to work through that—to fight instead of run.”
“One thing in our favor.”
“Julia...” His voice trailed, his eyes distant. “If you’re ever taken hostage, the best thing is for you to work with us to try and get free. Try to keep the assailant’s head in clear view.”
For a kill shot.
“Do something. Anything. Drop your weight unexpectedly, but whatever you decide, just give me a warning before you do.”
“Like what?” Julia asked.
“We’ll keep the words red daisies as a code. For just you and me—okay?”
“You think someone could actually get in here?”
He shook his head. “It’s unlikely, but we try and plan for all contingencies.”
“I’ll see you—”
“In the morning. What time are you usually up?”
“I work day shift, so I’m used to being up by five thirty.”
“I won’t wake you before then.”
He turned to leave, trying to squash the thought of taking Ben’s place over the next few hours. If he didn’t solve the mystery of the hit package, Julia Galloway would never be safe.
* * *
Julia began to unpack her clothes into the plain, unvarnished pine dresser that sat in the corner.
How many other people placed their belongings here? Did all of them live through their experience? When she pulled the drawer open, pen-gouged letters in the bottom of the top drawer read...
I was here. Kristin.
Worry. That was what this statement meant to Julia. This person wanted something permanent to mark her existence. A note that someone would read to imprint the memory of her in their mind.
How frail human existence was. Another lesson from the medical trenches.
I will remember you, Kristin. Who will remember me?
Loneliness overwhelmed her. An ever-present ache in her chest that was hard to stymie. Her fingers trailed over the front of her Bible. The words inside were the only reminder that she was never truly alone.
Hugging herself, she knew she wanted more. Physical contact with someone who loved her. God meant people to be in relationship with one another.
Her life...her history...meant isolation.
Nothing could change what she’d already lived through, but neither did she feel it was good for things to remain the same. It had felt unexpectedly natural to be in Eli’s arms—she wanted to have that feeling again.
Julia had decided to pack a week’s worth of items and wash them if her exile extended beyond that. Five pairs of jeans. Ten pairs of socks. Some items it was best to have extra of in case the worst happened.
That was another lesson of the ER—always prepare for the worst-case scenario.
Next came the stack of short-sleeve shirts. Long-sleeve shirts. Plenty of scarves. Three pairs of pajamas.
Her gun sat at the very bottom. Julia glanced around the bedroom, trying to find the best place for it. She tucked it underneath the mattress and then stowed the suitcases in the bottom of the closet.
After everything had a proper place, she ventured into the kitchen. Ben sat at the two-seat kitchen table, his laptop open in front of him. He seemed lost in thought—his gaze drawn to the view of the children’s play equipment that backed up to the town house, a small park for families that lived close by.
Children played while their watchful mothers stayed nearby. Several boys threw mulch chips at one another. She cleared her throat. He broke his gaze and turned her way.
“All settled?” he asked, closing his laptop.
“As well as can be expected.”
He rose from the table. “Can I get you anything? I think Eli put some tea in the cabinet.”
“You sit. I don’t want to disturb your work.” Julia walked into the kitchen and began to scour the cabinets. She found several boxes of flavored tea. On the stove top was a stainless steel teakettle. She lifted it and filled it with water. “Can I make some for you?”
“I’ll try anything once. Coffee is my go-to beverage.”
“You know, I never got the taste for coffee, which always surprises people when I tell them I work in health care.”
“That does strike me as odd.”
“How do I make a long story short? During nursing school, I worked with a hospice nurse. When we were visiting a family after her patient died, they offered me a cup.”
“I take it that didn’t go over so well?”
Julia chuckled. “It was the strongest, most bitter liquid I’d ever put in my mouth, but I drank it because I didn’t want to appear thoughtless. From then on—”
“No coffee for you.”
Not to mention that the aroma of the coffee had also been forever linked in her mind to the stench of death. Julia shuddered and turned the water off, set the teakettle on the stove and turned on the gas burner. “Exactly, just tea. So, what is it you do for the FBI?”
“I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades. My specialty is computer forensics, but I hated being cooped up indoors, which was part of why I joined the FBI—to get to work in the field.”
“And outside of work?”
“I know I don’t look the part of the rugged mountain man, but when the snow is melted and the sun is out I’m usually hiking. Evergreen is home.”
Julia tapped her fingers on the counter as she waited for the water to boil. “Have you seen the insane gymnastics maneuvers people are attempting these days? I didn’t even know what parkour was until some kid came in with a broken arm after trying it.”
Ben laughed. “Those parkour people are a totally different breed. A little—” he whistled and circled his finger next to his head “—cray-cray to say the least.”
“Do you have children?”
His lips parted slightly as if to speak and then clamped down. A flash of unhappiness appeared in his eyes as quickly as it was replaced with a placid smile. “No children.”
“Sorry if that’s too personal, but that phrase you used is common with kids these days, and I noticed you watching the boys in the park.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m just keeping a close eye on the perimeter. The agents outside don’t have a view of this side of the property. I’m curious though. What’s it like? Working with kids all the time?”
“Challenging. You can have the best and worst moment in the same day.”
“How is that possible?”
Julia pulled two cups from the cupboard. “I’ve saved a child’s life and lost another in the same day.”
Ben placed his elbows on his knees. “What’s it like for you to lose a child? As a nurse?”
Julia’s pulled down one of the boxes of tea Eli had stocked. It touched her that he’d gathered these for her to try and make her feel more comfortable. There hadn’t been a man in her past who had even tried to be attuned to her needs. “I can’t speak as a mother about the loss of a child, because I’ve not been one, but I know as a nurse to lose a patient...particularly someone so young...” Julia pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. Her gut clenched. There had been too many lost little ones in her eight years of nursing. “It’s devastating.”
Contemplating her statement, Ben shifted back and looked out the window.
There was something there. Something hidden she couldn’t quite figure out. Years of nursing instilled in Julia a wealth of intuition. Every day, she had to interpret the things patients could not say.
A child claiming her black eyes and swelling lips were the result of running into a door. The teenager with small, deliberate razor cuts on her forearms as the only means to experience the pain she could not speak of. It was her expertise to read the smallest impressions of verbal tone, the slightest shift of body language that would disclose a truth a patient didn’t want to confess.
She placed a tea bag in the brown mug.
Ben settled his eyes back to her. “I’ve lost victims in the line of fire. You’re right...it’s tough. But it’s not like losing a family member.”
Julia’s parents came to mind and how she didn’t have them anymore.
Ben was right—it wasn’t the same.
* * *
Eli slowly walked up the steps of the one-story redbrick structure of the facility where Hank Galloway, Julia’s grandfather, was a resident. His thoughts often wandered back to Julia, how seeing her in the flesh, so strong and healthy, made it difficult to keep his emotions in check.
In law enforcement, it was rare to see a good outcome to someone who had suffered from such a violent crime. Knowing that Hank was a retired law enforcement officer, Eli figured it would be hard for him to keep his nose out of Julia’s business—particularly if he felt her life was in danger.
Eli’s goal was to make it clear to Hank that that was exactly what he needed to do to help ensure Julia’s safety.
As he entered the facility, he spied the U.S. Marshal who was working undercover dressed as a volunteer to help keep an eye on things. They acknowledged each other only with the briefest glance as Eli approached the receptionist’s desk and inquired about Hank’s room.
She pointed down the hall. “Third door on the left.”
Eli inhaled deeply. He undid the top button of his dress shirt, loosened his tie and tried to dismiss the vexing nature that the fading imprint of holding Julia in his arms had on him. He knocked softly, semihoping that Hank might be napping.
“Enter.” The voice was strong—anything but weakened with age.
He stepped inside. On the wall hung several commendations and awards from Hank’s law enforcement career. They locked eyes, Hank’s brown eyes, so similar to Julia’s, clearly sizing Eli up.
“Well, if it isn’t the prodigal son.”
Hank, a few inches shorter than Eli, struggled to plant his cane and push himself up from the rocking chair.
Eli crossed the room quickly and grabbed his forearm to steady his tremors. Parkinson’s disease had ravaged his body and laid waste to his muscles. He was a hunched-over remnant of the man in the photos.
“Sir, please, you don’t have to get up.”
“I always like to meet a man eye-to-eye. Particularly one who took such an interest in my granddaughter.”
Holding tightly on to Eli, Hank struggled to a standing position and clasped Eli’s hand in his strong, chafed, leathery one. Even though his other muscles were weak, the ones in his hand were seemingly spared from the ravages of the disease.
“I know you were the detective on Julia’s case. Recognize your face from the newspaper stories but you’re also the one who helped with her rehab. Or am I just being presumptuous?”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Nice to officially meet you, son. I’m Hank Galloway.”
“Eli Cayne, sir.”
“Now sit down,” Hank ordered.
Eli assisted Hank back to a sitting position and grabbed a folding chair that sat against the wall.
“I take it your visit has to do with Julia’s strange call earlier today.”
“It does, sir.”
Hank muted the game show he’d been watching and began to rock in his chair. “I noticed a new volunteer working today. Does that have to do with you, too?”
“It does, sir.”
“But you’re not going to tell me what’s going on?”
Eli sighed and settled his back against the cool metal of the chair. He eyed the door. The less Hank knew about Julia’s situation, the better off he was, but Eli also knew Hank’s bloodhound genes wouldn’t let him sit idle—Parkinson’s or not.
Maybe just letting him in on the secret was the best way to keep him from trouble.
“The U.S. Marshals’ office is concerned that a hit has been placed on Julia’s life. I’ve placed her in protective custody.”
The chair creaked as Hank pushed it back and forth for a good minute, his eyes never leaving Eli’s, the squeaking like voltage up Eli’s spine.
“So you’re with the U.S. Marshals now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I don’t have much in the way of financial reserves, but I’d like to give you some money to offset the costs from all the help you gave Julia.”
Eli lifted his hands up. “It’s not necessary, sir. I was honored to be able to help.”
“Seems unusual for a man to take such interest in a girl and not want anything in return.”
And there it hung in the air between them. It was time for Eli to verbalize to this patriarch that he never had any ill intentions as far as Julia was concerned.
Eli smoothed his palms over his legs. “At first, after rescuing Julia, I wanted to know if she was going to live. Being the one to find her that close to death—you can’t help wondering if you were there in enough time.”
“And then when that was clear?” Hank asked.
“Then Julia became the one person who could maybe tell us who this evil man was. When it was obvious that she was having difficulty remembering, I thought the stronger she physically became, the more likely she would remember. Helping with some of her rehab expenses, and spending time with her—encouraging her to get stronger—gave me the opportunity to continue to question her and test her memory.”
“All that time you spent with Julia, and yet we never met face-to-face...were you intentionally avoiding me?”
Eli smoothed his hands over his face. What answer would be the most reasonable? What answer wouldn’t make him seem like some creepy stalker? “I was worried about the case. I was worried that the defense could use my involvement in Julia’s rehab as a way to say the whole case against the Hangman was tainted. That I was wrongly influencing her. The more family members I interacted with then the more likely I could be accused of being improper so I did make myself scarce when you were around. What was most important was getting the Hangman off the streets. When Julia’s memory improved to the point that she was remembering things day to day but that the details of her attack were lost—I thought it was the best time to bow out.”
“And that was the only reason? To protect the case?”
“That was the only reason.”
Hank Galloway lifted an eyebrow—his built-in lie detector alarming.
Even to Eli, it didn’t feel as if he’d completely told the truth.
