Chapter Seven
Joe watched Jane push the spoon around her bowl of soup without eating and felt guilty about his earlier anger. Shed taken a big risk to get medicine for him, and he had to admit that between the ibuprofen and the antibiotic, he was starting to feel a little stronger.
Which was a good thing, since hed meant it when hed told her they needed to leave the cabin as soon as possible, before somebody put the pieces together and figured out where they were.
We should get out of here tomorrow morning first thing, he told her. I think we need to figure out how to ditch the truck, too.
She looked up at that. Howre we going to do that?
Im not sure, he admitted. But whoever put that tracking device on the truck knew youd be with me.
Maybe it was Sheriff Trent.
Joe shook his head. Hed considered that, but the Trinity chief of police struck him as a straightforward kind of guy. If he hadnt wanted Joe to get Jane out of there, no questions asked, hed have said so. Im wondering about the man you saw at Angelas apartment.
Her eyes softened in the waning afternoon light. You believe me.
There was another witness, he said gruffly, then regretted the tone when he saw the wounded look in her eyes. And I believe you. About that, anyway.
The wounded look deepened, and he clenched his jaw, hating himself for hurting her and hating her for breaching his fragile trust in the first place. He looked down at his own half-eaten bowl of soup.
I guess Id better go pack, then. So we can leave first thing in the morning. She started to push away from the small table, but Joe reached out and caught her hand. Her gaze flickered up to meet his, her green eyes darkening to a mossy hazel.
Finish your soup, he said, keeping his voice gentle so that it sounded like a request rather than an order.
She looked down at his hand on hers. Color bloomed in her apple cheeks. Im really not that hungry-
He let go of her hand. Think of it as medicine. You need to keep your strength up. We dont know when well get to eat again after we leave tomorrow.
She picked up her spoon, took a bite of soup. You sound like youve done this before.
Not this exactly. Ive done some cattle drives in the Wyoming Rockies. That can be pretty primitive. Of course, hed always known hed end up back home, sooner or later, for hot food and a warm bed. The unknown stretching out before them at the moment lacked that safety net.
Her lips quirked. Cowboy Joe indeed.
He fumbled the spoon at her soft words. Pain made a fist in his heart and squeezed hard, catching him by surprise. He felt her gaze on him, but he didnt look up, retrieving his spoon from the table and wiping the soup off the scuffed wood with a paper towel.
Who was I to you? Janes voice was soft. Hesitant.
He made himself meet her wary gaze. You worked for my brother as his housekeeper. I told you that.
And thats all?
He put his spoon on the napkin by his bowl. We saw each other a few times.
You mean dated?
Yeah.
A dozen emotions darted across her face in the span of a couple of seconds before her expression shuttered. When she spoke, her voice was neutral. How long?
Five months.
Her eyes flickered with surprise. That long?
He nodded.
She processed the information quietly, but he could see her doing the math. Five months together meant more than just the occasional dinner and movie outing. More than just holding hands while walking through the park or a goodnight kiss at the door.
But she didnt ask the question aloud, to his relief.
Wed better finish the soup before it gets cold, she said, bending her head over her own bowl.
He turned his attention to his own soup, aware that the advice hed given her earlier was even more important for him. He had to keep up his strength, which had already been compromised by the bullet wound and the infection.
But he couldnt help but wonder if hed ever have enough strength to deal with many more nights alone with Jane Doe.
SHE SLIPPEDinto the middle of the crowd, catching sight of the dark-haired man. He gave her a quick blink, the signal to sidle up to the mark and put on a show.
He was clearly a tourist, overdressed for the hot, dry climate. He seemed fascinated with the old mans nimble fingers as they shuffled and dealt the cards.
The onlookers were all in on the scam. They played the game, won or lost as needed, and softened up the mark for the kill. Now it was her turn.
Its the second card, she murmured to the mark.
He looked down at her, surprised.
Trust me. The queens the second card, she said.
The dealer took the bets from one of the shills and flipped the cards. The queen was the second card.
The mark looked at her. Howd you know?
He shows you the queen every time, right? Dont watch the queen card. Watch the others.
He frowned at the advice. That sounds harder than watching the queen.
Just do it.
The mark turned his attention to the dark-haired mans hands as they switched around the cards. When he stopped, the mark said, I think its under the card to his left.
One of the shills whod placed the bet pointed to the card in the middle. The dark-haired man shook his head and flipped the card to his left instead, revealing the queen. The shill cursed loudly, paid his debt and stomped away.
Youve got it now, she encouraged the mark. Wanna lend me twenty so I can make a bet? Ill split it with you when we win.
How bout I use the twenty myself and keep it all? the mark responded, pushing his way to the front of the crowd and slapping a twenty-dollar bill on the table.
The dark-haired man met her gaze in the crowd and smiled at her. She tried to smile back, but her stomach hurt. She watched the mark lean into the game, his gaze following the cards as the dealer switched them around.
The man picked the card to the dealers right. The dealer flipped it. A seven of hearts.
The mark looked over his shoulder at her, contempt blazing in his dark eyes. She saw the dark-haired man give the signal. One of the shills called out, Cops!
The crowd started to disperse as planned, on cue. She started running as well, heading for the nearest alley, but someone grabbed her from behind. She called out, kicking and screaming, but the others had already scattered. She saw the dark-haired man look her way and pause, briefly, before dashing away.
She turned to face her captor. It was the mark, fury darkening his ruddy face. He released her long enough to reach into his pocket and pull out a badge. Reno Police, he said. Youre under arrest.
Jane woke with a start, her heart pounding. The nightmare remained in hazy fragments that she struggled to put together. A con game. An undercover cop.
Reno Police.
Whoever she really was, she had an arrest record in Reno, Nevada. It was her first real clue to her true identity-and a stark reminder of just why she hadnt wanted to remember her past.
She shivered as the cold night air curled around her shoulders where the blanket had slipped during the night. She sat up and wrapped it around her, peering through the darkness to get her bearings in the unfamiliar bedroom.
She felt her way to the door and walked a few feet down the narrow corridor to the bedroom where Joe slept. The woodstove cast a golden glow over the room as well as warmth, lighting the path to the bed where Joe lay. She crossed to the bed, gazing down at his sleeping form. Shed double-dosed him with ibuprofen before bed, knowing hed need as much rest as possible before they hit the road in the morning.
Now, she knew where to go next. Reno, Nevada.
But this time, she was going alone.
A NOISE STIRRED Joe into consciousness. He lay still, listening for a repeat of whatever had jarred him awake, but he heard only the soft hiss and crackle of the fire in the woodstove.
He was about to drift off to sleep again when he heard a soft, scraping noise from the front of the cabin. Instantly alert, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the ache in his side, and pushed to his feet. He left his boots behind, opting for stealth, and grabbed his Colt from the bedside table.
As he stepped into the hallway, he heard the clink of metal on metal-keys rattling, he realized. He crept forward into the darkened great room and saw the front door swing open and a small, thin silhouette start to ease its way through the narrow opening.
He slipped up behind her, catching the door as she started to swing it shut.
Jane whirled around, her face a pale oval in the dim moonlight. Her wide eyes gazed back at him with a mixture of relief and guilt.
Just where the hell do you think youre going? he asked, closing his hand over hers and retrieving his keys from her trembling fingers. Dont give me any bull about looking for firewood this time.
Reno, she said, defeat in her voice.
He took a step back, surprised by her answer. Reno?
I had a memory. A dream, really, but I think it was a memory. She leaned against the door frame, her gaze turned toward the truck sitting parked just a few feet from the porch. A distant look came over her moonlit profile. I was in Reno. Someone will know me in Reno.
He leaned against the opposite side of the door frame, studying her face, trying to figure out what was the truth and what was just another lie. So you were going to sneak out of here, steal my truck and leave me up here alone?
She looked down at her feet. I was going to call Chief Trent to tell him where to find you.
Am I supposed to thank you for that?
She looked up at him. No.
I would have gone with you to Reno.
I know you would, she said. Thats why I didnt tell you.
I dont understand.
Her half smile looked painful. I know.
Then explain it, he said, his voice deepening with frustration. He wanted to reach out and shake her, to make her remember everything he needed to know, to make her tell him the truth-the whole truth this time-so he could be rid of her for good. Out of his life, out of his mind, out of his-
What? His heart? He tamped down that idea with brutal force, refusing to dredge up that particular part of their past. Those feelings were dead and buried alongside his brother Tommy. All he had left inside him now was a gnawing hunger for answers.
I dont know if I can explain- Janes words cut off abruptly, and her brow furrowed as she stared into the woods behind him. He turned, following her gaze, and saw what had caught her attention.