exciting.
She left the television on while she explored Todd’s home. At the Keep, she occasionally helped the kitchen staff, but nothing in this kitchen looked the same as the one from her time.
His freezer had boxes of food she had never seen before. Lasagna, Pizza, Thai Chicken with Noodles.
She couldn’t pronounce the names of the dishes, let alone know what they contained. There were directions printed on the boxes. She fingered a dish called a Chicken Bake and felt confident she could prepare a meal from this century for Todd. Once she 53
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found everything she thought she needed, she smiled with an overwhelming sense of pride.
She turned off the television set, and fiddled with the black box that sat next to it. Out of nowhere, music blared into the room.
Startled, Myra almost knocked over a lamp in an effort to lower the volume. Once she turned the correct knob, a nice, steady, quieter beat pulsed out of the smaller boxes around the room.
It was pleasing with a quick-tempo, much different than the music she was used to. The man who sang with the music had perfect pitch. Without thinking, Myra found herself moving to the beat.
Tara had been right about the music, she would miss it when she went home. For now, she danced, smiled and giggled at some of the words in the song.
****
“Have a seat, Miss McAllister,” Todd offered.
She looked between the two men, apprehension written on her face. “This is about Tara, isn’t it?”
“Not directly, no.” Jake sat to her side, Todd behind the desk.
“Then what?” Disappointment laced her words.
Todd brought out the picture of Myra he had buried in papers on his desk. “Have you ever seen this woman before?”
Liz glanced at the photo. “No.”
“Take a good look.”
“Who is she?” She studied the picture before handing it back. “And what does this have to do with my sister?”
“We’re not sure who she is.” Jake took the photo, tossed it at Todd. “She ended up in a hospital a few days ago with amnesia. The only thing she remembered was your name.”
“My name? Why? I’ve never seen her before in my life.”
“We were hoping you could help us with that.
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Since you don’t recognize her, maybe you can’t.”
Todd let his partner do the talking.
“You said this didn’t have anything directly to do with the disappearance of my sister. What do you mean by that?”
“Just a hunch really,” Todd finally spoke. “This woman.” He held up the picture. “Has a very distinct Scottish accent. Your sister was last seen with two men with similar accents, isn’t that right?”
“That’s what I was told.” Hope filled her eyes.
“Do you think she may know something about Tara?”
“She has amnesia, Miss McAllister. She doesn’t remember anything,” Jake said.
Liz McAllister clutched her hands together and rubbed them hard. Todd had seen the action many times in the past. “Can I talk to her?”
“That might be a little difficult. She left the hospital two days ago.”
Obviously disappointed she asked, “Where did she go?”
Todd had to keep his mouth shut and let his partner go on. He told her they had no idea where she was, and no authority to spend valuable resources to find her.
“But if she knows something about my sister, you need to find her.”
“We don’t know if she has information about her.” “And you don’t know if she doesn’t. Please...” Liz stopped and lowered her voice. “You have to find her.” The woman seated across from him was obviously tormented with the loss of her sister. What did Myra know about Tara McAllister’s disappearance? If she knew anything? Was he harboring a fugitive in his home? Damn . All these unanswered questions rolling around in his head 55
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were giving him a headache.
“I traced her to a shelter, but she left. Maybe she’ll go back. We’ll let you know if we find her.”
Liz stood to leave and shook
She left the television on while she explored Todd’s home. At the Keep, she occasionally helped the kitchen staff, but nothing in this kitchen looked the same as the one from her time.
His freezer had boxes of food she had never seen before. Lasagna, Pizza, Thai Chicken with Noodles.
She couldn’t pronounce the names of the dishes, let alone know what they contained. There were directions printed on the boxes. She fingered a dish called a Chicken Bake and felt confident she could prepare a meal from this century for Todd. Once she 53
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found everything she thought she needed, she smiled with an overwhelming sense of pride.
She turned off the television set, and fiddled with the black box that sat next to it. Out of nowhere, music blared into the room.
Startled, Myra almost knocked over a lamp in an effort to lower the volume. Once she turned the correct knob, a nice, steady, quieter beat pulsed out of the smaller boxes around the room.
It was pleasing with a quick-tempo, much different than the music she was used to. The man who sang with the music had perfect pitch. Without thinking, Myra found herself moving to the beat.
Tara had been right about the music, she would miss it when she went home. For now, she danced, smiled and giggled at some of the words in the song.
****
“Have a seat, Miss McAllister,” Todd offered.
She looked between the two men, apprehension written on her face. “This is about Tara, isn’t it?”
“Not directly, no.” Jake sat to her side, Todd behind the desk.
“Then what?” Disappointment laced her words.
Todd brought out the picture of Myra he had buried in papers on his desk. “Have you ever seen this woman before?”
Liz glanced at the photo. “No.”
“Take a good look.”
“Who is she?” She studied the picture before handing it back. “And what does this have to do with my sister?”
“We’re not sure who she is.” Jake took the photo, tossed it at Todd. “She ended up in a hospital a few days ago with amnesia. The only thing she remembered was your name.”
“My name? Why? I’ve never seen her before in my life.”
“We were hoping you could help us with that.
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Since you don’t recognize her, maybe you can’t.”
Todd let his partner do the talking.
“You said this didn’t have anything directly to do with the disappearance of my sister. What do you mean by that?”
“Just a hunch really,” Todd finally spoke. “This woman.” He held up the picture. “Has a very distinct Scottish accent. Your sister was last seen with two men with similar accents, isn’t that right?”
“That’s what I was told.” Hope filled her eyes.
“Do you think she may know something about Tara?”
“She has amnesia, Miss McAllister. She doesn’t remember anything,” Jake said.
Liz McAllister clutched her hands together and rubbed them hard. Todd had seen the action many times in the past. “Can I talk to her?”
“That might be a little difficult. She left the hospital two days ago.”
Obviously disappointed she asked, “Where did she go?”
Todd had to keep his mouth shut and let his partner go on. He told her they had no idea where she was, and no authority to spend valuable resources to find her.
“But if she knows something about my sister, you need to find her.”
“We don’t know if she has information about her.” “And you don’t know if she doesn’t. Please...” Liz stopped and lowered her voice. “You have to find her.” The woman seated across from him was obviously tormented with the loss of her sister. What did Myra know about Tara McAllister’s disappearance? If she knew anything? Was he harboring a fugitive in his home? Damn . All these unanswered questions rolling around in his head 55
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were giving him a headache.
“I traced her to a shelter, but she left. Maybe she’ll go back. We’ll let you know if we find her.”
Liz stood to leave and shook
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