The Complete Colony Series. Lisa Jackson

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СКАЧАТЬ at Mac’s brain, something he couldn’t quite catch. So Jessie had wanted to run off for a weekend, so what? And yet…He reminded himself to look at his notes.

      Walker glanced in the direction Rebecca had gone again, and Mac could tell he was starting to get antsy over her prolonged absence. But then the door to the restroom opened and Rebecca came back to their table. Her skin was no longer pale, it was flushed, and Mac deduced that she’d been damn near scrubbing her cheeks raw.

      “You okay?” Walker asked, obviously concerned. Yep, they were involved.

      “Yeah. I’ve been fighting a bug. Guess it’s trying to get the upper hand.” She smiled wanly. Mac didn’t buy it.

      “Can you handle some questions?” Mac asked her. “Or we can check in later.”

      “No, go ahead.” She clearly wanted to get the interview over with. “I heard you wanted to talk to all of us, and since Hudson was coming anyway…”

      “So you two are a couple now?” He wagged his finger between them.

      “We’ve known each other since high school,” Becca said. Her gaze was steady now. “We hang out sometimes.”

      He let it go. For the moment. Then he asked her about her own timeline of what had happened in the days before Jessie Brentwood disappeared.

      Rebecca was even fuzzier than Hudson; she wasn’t a close friend of Jessie’s and only kind of remembered what they’d said to each other in their last meeting. Mac ran through the events of those last few days—what had been happening at their school—but Rebecca could add nothing noteworthy.

      Luckily Gretchen kept her tongue in her head.

      In the end, Mac knew about as much as he had to start with, and that the sexual tension between Hudson Walker and Rebecca Sutcliff was almost palpable.

      Did it have anything to do with Jessie? Was it something entirely new?

      “If those two haven’t hit the sheets already, it’s only a matter of time,” Gretchen observed as they left the diner. Becca and Hudson were climbing into their respective cars as Mac and Gretchen got into the cruiser. “They act like they’re just friends, but something’s going on.”

      “Maybe.”

      Mac pulled out of the lot and, in his rearview mirror, noted that Becca and Hudson’s vehicles drove off in different directions.

      “And what did you say that sent Rebecca to the bathroom for a dash of cold water to the face?”

      Mac looked at Gretchen, then gunned the cruiser into traffic heading toward the station. “Who, me? I didn’t have a chance to say anything.”

      “What then?”

      Mac shook his head, but admitted, “She did look like she was about to pass out.”

      “Something scared her.”

      Mac reviewed what had been said and remarked slowly, “She was already scared when she got here. Why did she come?”

      “’Cause she knew you were going to be calling her and she wanted it over with the support of Loverboy. Who, by the way, is just a friend.”

      “They say that attraction in high school is the easiest to rekindle. What attracted once can really heat up in the now.”

      “Look at you—Mr. Love Life.”

      “Yeah, that’s me.”

      “But you might have something there. I went to my last class reunion about three years ago and I witnessed a couple of hook-ups. A few of ’em divorced their spouses and ended up together. I couldn’t believe it. My high school boyfriend was a jerk then and a major loser now. It wouldn’t have happened. No way.”

      He eased down the road, barely noticing the other vehicles.

      “I bet she’s the reason Brentwood and Walker had their little spat. You know, the whole ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ theory?”

      He mentally chewed on that. Maybe there was something to it. “Rebecca Ryan wasn’t a big part of the investigation twenty years ago, so I didn’t expect her to be now.” Mac cut the cruiser through a back alley, avoiding a Dumpster and a double-parked delivery truck.

      “I think we’d better add her to the suspect list.”

      “Or elevate Walker a bit.”

      “He’s close to numero uno anyway, isn’t he? Being the boyfriend and all? With her pregnant?”

      “He’s up there.”

      “Maybe Rebecca Ryan should be, too,” Gretchen said.

      Mac didn’t respond. The more he learned about the Jessie Brentwood case, the stronger he felt he was growing closer to some dark and unexpected truth.

      Becca watched her fingers shake as she threaded her key into the lock of her front door and let herself inside. Ringo jumped off the couch and trotted over to her happily and she bent at the knees and scratched his ears and held him close for long minutes. Then she checked that she’d locked the door behind her and walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and drank it down completely, her eyes closed, her heart still racing.

      She’d seen Jessie at the diner.

      Outside the window. Clear as day. Her hair blowing in the sharp wind. She’d pressed a finger to her lips, asking for Becca’s silence. Another vision. Similar to the one at the mall. She’d glanced ahead into the eyes of Detective McNally, who’d been watching her so intently it made her short of breath.

      I can’t faint, she’d told herself sternly, feeling that familiar headache take over. Then she’d made an excuse and quickly headed to the bathroom, filling the basin with cold water and pressing her face into it, counting slowly to ten. She did it twice more, turning her skin red but bringing her ringing ears into line and her woozy head back to sharpness without actually passing out.

      Jessie had dematerialized in those few moments. When Becca had returned to her seat in the diner and risked a glance at the window, all that was outside had been their respective vehicles and a stretch of parking lot gravel.

      What did it mean? What did Jessie not want her to tell?

      “Am I crazy?” she asked, bending down to the dog, who licked her chin line and woofed softly.

      Becca headed for the living room couch and sat down heavily. Ringo jumped up beside her and curled in a ball, watching her with dark, sharp eyes.

      What’s going to happen next? she thought worriedly.

      Renee felt they were in danger. Believed Jessie had said they were in danger. Twenty-year-old danger…

      Becca ran her hands through her hair. She hoped she didn’t have to see McNally again. She hoped that this interview was it. She hoped he wouldn’t want to talk to her “alone” without Hudson. “Get real,” she muttered to herself. If the police thought that either she or Hudson were involved СКАЧАТЬ