Stolen Memory. Virginia Kantra
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Название: Stolen Memory
Автор: Virginia Kantra
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: Mills & Boon Vintage Intrigue
isbn: 9781472077967
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He couldn’t count on such moments. They were frustratingly rare in any case. His business, his life, even his own character were like a puzzle he had to assemble without all the pieces or any real idea of what the finished picture was supposed to look like.
And yet his business and his life might depend on his ability to fit it all together.
Every day that slipped away took with it another chance to compile the pieces and make sense of the puzzle. Who had attacked him? Who had betrayed him? Who could he trust?
“Simon? You still there?”
Simon collected himself. “Yes. I’ll be back in the office soon. A day or two. I’m close to something here.”
He wasn’t close to anything, he thought bleakly.
Or anyone, apparently. The only person he felt a connection with had just told him flat out there was no reason for them to ever see each other again.
At least Laura had been honest with him.
“Great,” Vince said. “I’ll see you then.”
They said a few more words and disconnected. Simon set the phone beside his plate.
Dylan leaned forward, stabbing his lettuce with a fork. “So what did the old bastard want?”
“What do you think he wanted?” Simon countered.
Dylan swallowed a mouthful of salad. “He probably told you to kick me out before I talked you into funding my foolish, evil schemes.”
“I can’t kick you out. You’re my brother. And a vice president of the company,” Simon added.
Dylan grimaced. “That’s always been an afterthought for you, hasn’t it?”
Had it? Simon wished again, desperately, he could ask for an explanation. He went fishing for one instead.
“You’re still my brother.”
“Half brother,” Dylan said.
It was another puzzle piece. Simon seized on it. “We still grew up together.”
Dylan gave him an odd look. “If that’s the way you want to remember it.”
Simon didn’t remember his childhood at all. He had a sudden image of wedging himself on the floor between his bed and the wall to read, and a shelf full of books. But no house. No yard. No memory of friends. Not even an impression of his mother’s face.
Why were there no pictures of his mother in the house? No family at all, except the girl upstairs.
He wanted to ask, but he was afraid to show any weakness.
Laura would have asked. No one would have counted it a weakness. No one would be suspicious if she was around asking questions. It was a function of her job, a component of her character.
Simon needed answers.
He wanted an ally.
He needed Laura.
He wanted Laura.
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