Chapter 8 - WHAT CAMILLE REMEMBERED
Declan found the gray sedan two miles from the diner, nose first against a guardrail. Its hazard lights flashed in the rain.
He ran to it. The driver’s door was open. Blood marked the side of Tessa’s seat, but both women were gone.
A horn sounded behind him. Declan turned, gun raised.
Tessa stepped from a pickup truck with an older woman at the wheel. Camille followed from the passenger side, holding a towel against Tessa’s forehead.
“We jumped the curb,” Tessa said. “I thought the car behind us was Sean’s. It was a delivery van.”
The driver rolled down her window. “I told them to go to the hospital. They insisted on waiting for you.”
Declan thanked her and helped Tessa into the truck. They drove to a crowded urgent care clinic across the bridge. While a nurse examined Tessa, Camille told him the rest.
Three months after waking, she had remembered going to the garage on the morning of the explosion. She had seen Sean beside Declan’s sedan, speaking to a man she did not recognize. She told Aris. Aris told Sean.
“Sean brought me the medical file,” Camille said. “He showed me a page that said you’d ordered my sedation after I woke. Your signature was on it.”
“It was forged.”
“I know that now.” She stared at her hands. “He said the bomb was your way of getting rid of me. Then he told me he could keep me safe if I stayed quiet.”
Declan sat beside her. “Why did you start looking in the safe?”
“I found out Sean was selling shipping routes to the Morettis. I thought the original books would show how long he’d been doing it. I wanted proof before I came to you.”
“You could have asked me.”
“I was afraid you’d show the papers to him.”
Declan had done that with almost every business problem for years. He could not tell her she was wrong.
Tessa came out with three stitches near her hairline. She was carrying a folded paper the nurse had found in her uniform pocket.
“I took this from Aris’s desk,” she said.
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It was a scheduled transfer order for Camille, set for midnight.
Destination: a private clinic in another country. The patient’s consent line bore a signature Camille had never written.
