Authors: Cheryl Kaye Tardif
"What's up?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She smiled. "I'm just remembering."
"Remembering what?"
"The first night you stayed over. In my apartment."
"I wasn't expecting to stay over, you know."
"I know." She chuckled. "But I'm glad you did."
"Me too." He examined his bare hands. "I wish…"
There was a brief silence.
"I know," she said in a quiet voice. "I wish you could touch me, skin on skin. Maybe one day."
Ben picked up a glove. "These are getting thin."
"We'll be careful then."
"I used to wear two or three pairs of department store gloves before I signed on with the CFBI," he said. "I was only nineteen and my gift had developed almost over night. If it weren't for Matthew, I'd probably have gone insane."
"He trained you personally?"
"He tried," he said dryly. "He had these gloves made."
"Tell me about Matthew."
"Not much to tell. I don't know much about his personal life." He took a breath. "All I really know is that he created the PSI Division. Every Prime Minister for the past thirty years has supported its existence, but they'd each deny they knew anything about us if questioned."
"It's the same in Russia."
"The public thinks we're regular CFBI agents. Meanwhile, Matthew is constantly seeking out people with psychic abilities―like me and Jasi―and recruiting them if they test positive."
"And Jasi tested as a Level 1."
He nodded.
A depressed calm washed over them and they ate their lunch without a word to each other.
Finally, she broke the silence. "Jasi has to get better."
"She will."
"If they take her arm…"
"Don't," he snapped. "You can't think like that."
She couldn't imagine what Jasi would do if she woke up and found that her arm had been amputated. If that happened her career as a CFBI field agent would be over.
A doctor rushed past them, a serious look on his face.
She gasped. "Oh God."
"That's not Dr. Habib," Ben assured her. "She'll be fine, Natassia. Jasi is a fighter."
"I know. I hate seeing her like that. A week ago we were talking about what we'd do when she was better." She locked eyes with his. "We have cases to solve."
"And you will."
"How can you be so sure? You get a psychic vision?"
Ben slipped on his gloves. "I feel it in my gut. Jasi's got too much to do, too many criminals to catch. And she's got some unfinished business to take care of with Walsh."
She scowled. "He certainly hightailed it outta here."
"She told him to go. What else could he do?"
That much was true. Jasi had ordered Brandon to leave, and he'd done just that.
Idiot.
"I don't get why she would push away a perfectly sexy man like Brandon." She gave Ben a rueful look. "He's not as sexy as you, of course. But still…"
"Maybe we should call him."
"Uh, I already did," she said, biting her bottom lip.
Ben seemed taken aback. "Really? Is he coming back?"
"I don't know. I've left four messages on his voicemail and he hasn't called me back."
"Walsh's feelings are a bit hurt."
She scowled at him. "I don't care about
his
feelings."
All she cared about was Jasi. Her partner wasn't happy with Walsh gone. Not one bit. And Brandon Walsh should have known that. His absence was making her partner miserable.
When Ben took her hand, the leather was cool against her skin.
He squeezed gently. "Have faith, Natassia."
"I could strangle the guy," she muttered.
"Don't worry. Walsh will come back. Guys like him always do."
"But what if he doesn't?"
Ben shrugged. "If he doesn't, I'll hunt him down and strangle him myself.
17
Friday, April 20, 2012
~ Ottawa, ON
Meanwhile, Jasi's coma-induced memories took her
back to just after her unexpected run-in with Zane Underhill. She began remembering with perfect clarity.
Zane's back.
As she hurried back to the hotel, she tried to quell her concerns about their pending dinner engagement.
She found Natassia in Ben's room. The first thing she noticed was the excited expression in her new partner's eyes.
"Got something?"
Natassia nodded. "I've been comparing Winkler and Sampson's data-com appointment books. Look." She turned the monitor.
Jasi studied the open files of Monty Winkler and Porter Sampson. They were placed beside one another for easy comparison. The
doctor
tab had been used on both data-coms.
Not unusual considering their ages.
"They both had a lot of doctor's appointments," she noted. "Sampson is seeing two doctors. Dr. Friedman and Dr. Li. Winkler's doctor was Dr. Zuniga."
"I was distracted by those entries too," Natassia said. "But look at this." She pointed to an entry marked
dog groomer
. "Every month for the past six months, they've both taken their dogs to a groomer. Maybe the same one."
Jasi scrolled back through Winkler's schedule. Every month on the first Tuesday at 1:00 p.m., he'd blocked off an hour to take his dog to be groomed. Sampson had a similar appointment booked on the first Wednesday of every month. Also at 1:00 p.m.
"Different days but the same time," Jasi said.
"It's too strange to be coincidence," Ben added.
"I agree."
"We'll have a chat with Sampson first. He said he only knew Winkler in passing and from reputation." He picked up his data-com.
"We have you on speaker," he said when Porter Sampson answered.
"What do you need?"
"We're going over your data-com entries," Jasi said. "We noticed that you and Monty Winkler both had dog grooming appointments, different days, but we thought maybe you had the same groomer, maybe even met each other there. It would give us a connection."
"Well, there are two problems with your theory," Sampson said. "First, I've never had a conversation with Monty Winkler, not that I can remember."
"And what's the second problem?" Ben asked.
"I don't own a dog, Agent Roberts."
Natassia broke in. "But you have it listed in your appointment book on your data-com."
"You must be mistaken. I have no reason for such an appointment. We can't have a dog. Or a cat, for that matter. Lorraine's allergic."
Jasi glanced at Natassia. "You sure this was uploaded from his 'com?"
"I know what I'm doing, Jasi. Especially when it comes to computers. This," she pointed at the left side of the monitor, "is everything from Winkler's data-com, and this is from Sampson's."
Jasi gave her an apologetic look. "Mr. Sampson, who else knows your data-com password?"
"No one. Not even my wife."
"Have you ever left your 'com out in public?" Ben asked. "Maybe on a desk during a meeting?"
"Never. I keep a lot of sensitive material on it."
"Have you ever misplaced it, even temporarily?"
"No. The only time it's not in my pocket or my briefcase is when I charge it at night." He paused. "You don't think someone broke into my house just so they could leave bogus appointments on my data-communicator, do you?"
Jasi looked at Ben. "He does have a point. Why would someone do this?"
"There has to be a better explanation," Natassia said. "One that actually makes sense."
"Okay, Mr. Sampson," Ben said. "Thank you for your assistance."
"I don't know what help I've been," the man grumbled before disconnecting.
"So what do you make of this?" Jasi asked Natassia.
"The entries were made directly on the 'com, on both of them. They weren't transferred or uploaded from another computer. Both men had a few appointments that were uploaded from their office, meetings they had to attend. Probably sent by their secretaries. But not these."
"So the only explanation is that someone took the 'coms, hacked in and added the appointments," Jasi said.
Natassia shrugged. "Unless Sampson is lying."
"I don't think that's it," Ben said. "There was evidence that someone disturbed Sampson's office. And don't forget about the missing blue binder."
Jasi had almost forgotten about the binder. It certainly suggested that someone had been inside the Sampson home.
"Did you dust for prints?" she asked Ben.
"Matthew sent an evidence team in."
She pocketed her data-com. "Well, we haven't gotten the report yet, but one way or the other, we're going to find this guy."
Hopefully before he kills someone else.
Jasi dressed carefully for dinner. Black slacks, a teal satin camisole with a scooped neckline and a short black denim jacket. Light makeup, no jewelry. She didn't want Zane to get the wrong idea.
It's not a date.
Then why had she agreed to have dinner with him?
Zane Underhill had always had a hold on her. He had a certain kind of charm that was hard to resist. But he'd left her, walked away without an explanation, no goodbye.
She sighed.
They'd been good together. Once. But that was years ago. Zane had never returned or called her. He'd apparently moved on. So had she.
I'm over him.
Was she?
She shoved the doubts aside and focused on fixing her unruly hair. It had decided on its own that curly was 'in.' After a few minutes of fighting with her hair, she gave up.
Exiting the bathroom, she saw Natassia and Ben hovering over an unfamiliar laptop.
"Whose laptop?"
"Sampson's," Ben said without looking up. "An evidence team dropped it off with three boxes of documents while you were in the shower."
Jasi felt a surge of guilt.
"Do you have a date?" Natassia asked, eyes widening.
"I, uh…" She glanced at Ben. He wasn't smiling. "No, I'm meeting an old friend." Changing the subject, she said, "Ben, can you and Natassia go through those boxes tonight without me?"
His brow arched. "Getting a bit pushy, aren't we?"
"I have to be if I'm going to be team leader." She gave him a wry smile. "Anyway, I learned from the best."
He let out a huff. "Fine."
"Look, I can cancel my―"
"No." Natassia shook her head. "We'll hold down the fort."
"We're having dinner at Red Lobster tonight," Ben said, jerking his head in Natassia's direction. "To discuss the case, of course."
Jasi held back a chuckle. Based on the glint in Ben's eyes, he was finally warming up to their new partner.
"Of course."
"You could always join us later."
Ben
had a half-scared look on his face. Like a kid who was about to perform in front of a live audience. She'd never seen him so vulnerable. She liked it.
"Sorry." She glanced at her watch. "I've gotta run."
Natassia walked her to the door.
"Do you think this outfit is too much?" Jasi whispered.