Undercover Memories by Alice Sharpe - The Legacy 01 - Undercover Memories

Author:Alice Sharpe - The Legacy 01 - Undercover Memories [Sharpe, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Suspense, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780373696529
Google: 0y98_Cx1RXwC
Amazon: 0373696523
Goodreads: 15800703
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Paige arrived back at the car a little pink from the cold, a little out of breath and carrying a bag from which issued the best aroma John had ever encountered. At least as far as he knew.

“What is that?” he asked as pure, unadulterated hunger drove both anxiety and curiosity away.

“Soup,” she said.

John unpacked insulated containers of soup and packages of crackers while Paige settled behind the wheel. He handed her a cup and popped the lid off his own. “What kind is it?”

“Tomato basil bisque. It’s all they had left.”

“It’s good,” he said, taking a cautious sip from a plastic spoon. It was hot. Hot was good.

She produced a little recorder, which she placed on the dashboard.

“Don’t tell me you taped your conversation with Natalie.”

“Isn’t that what an aspiring journalist does?” she asked with a smile. “Eat up while we listen.”

Natalie Dexter had a nice voice but it sparked no memories. Obviously they’d been close and had remained friendly even though she’d moved on with her life. He tried to put some meaning to the name Kevin but drew yet another blank. He was sick of blanks.

He lost his appetite as he heard himself described as a man with closed doors. He felt naked sitting there in front of Paige, discussed and dissected by someone he couldn’t remember knowing. And oddly enough, the compliments were just as embarrassing as the hesitations.

The silence after the tape finished made everything more difficult. John cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “So the dead man at my place is probably Frank Elton.”

“Probably. And you were doing him a favor by allowing him to keep his collection at your place.”

“Some favor. If he hadn’t been there— Well, talk about water under the bridge. Why did Natalie want you to turn off the recorder?”

“Because she told me that Kevin had heard about the existence of a third man, one whose fingerprints were in the Pollocks’ car and in a truck abandoned at a small airstrip.”

“Anatola Korenev. So, that’s how he got off the mountain. That’s why he was in a hurry. Somehow he’d arranged to have a plane waiting at that little airport.”

“She also thinks you might be a victim yourself and warned me to be careful about what I wrote about you.”

“It’s kind of reassuring that she doesn’t think I killed anyone. I mean, she knows me.”

Paige touched his hand. “So do I.”

“Okay, this is weird, but it never occurred to me that I should assure anyone I’m okay, that anyone would care one way or another. Isn’t that odd?”

“I don’t know, John. Given that you apparently suffered from amnesia after that accident when you were a kid—”

“And how about that? I’ve had amnesia twice in a lifetime? Doesn’t that strike you as a little weird?”

“A little,” Paige said, licking the last of the thick red soup off her spoon. John was momentarily distracted by the sight of her tongue sliding against her lips. Less digging in the past, more wallowing in the present, that’s what his brain kept screaming at him.

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