Page 14 of Cassidy

He nodded but finished what he was doing. He rinsed the dishes and then dried his hands on a towel. “I’m ready. They can air dry.”

“Let’s go, then.” She slung her duffel over her shoulder, opened the front door, and stepped out to meet Rhy. Her boss’s gaze went from her to Gabe, who loomed behind her. He was taller than her by at least five inches.

“Gabe. I hear you’ve had some trouble,” Rhy said by way of greeting.

“You could say that.” Gabe brought his suitcase as he stepped onto the porch beside her. “It’s good to see you, Rhy.”

She turned to gape at him. “Your memory returned?”

“I remember Rhy now that I see him,” Gabe said. “But the events from the assault are still a black hole.”

“I’m glad you remember me.” Rhy managed a smile as he pulled the suitcase and duffel from her fingers. “I hope that’s a sign the rest of your memories will return soon. Meanwhile, let’s get out of here.”

They stored their suitcase and duffel. Gabe took the back seat, leaving her to sit up front with Rhy. “Did Yanny and Brown give you any trouble?” she asked as Rhy backed out of the driveway.

“No, why would they?” he asked with a frown.

“No reason.” She turned to glance back at Gabe. “Told you they were all talk and no action.”

Gabe nodded but didn’t say anything. He seemed to be studying Rhy’s profile, as if willing more memories to the surface.

Since Rhy didn’t mention taking Gabe to the hospital, she let it go. Other than his memory loss and a headache, Gabe seemed fine. His scalp wound might still need stitches, though. And he had been momentarily dizzy.

Maybe they could stop by an urgent care clinic on the way to—wherever they’d end up spending the night.

“I heard there’s a bullet embedded in your cabinet,” Rhy said, breaking into her thoughts. “They were waiting for the crime scene techs to retrieve it.”

She nodded. “It’s possible we’ll be able to match it with a weapon in the system, but I’m not holding my breath. It is a mistake, though, and hopefully, if these guys keep coming after Gabe, they’ll make another.”

“Guys plural?” Rhy asked.

“I don’t know for sure since I can’t remember,” Gabe said, his tone testy.

“Okay, okay. Just asking if you saw more than one shooter,” Rhy said.

“I didn’t see anyone,” Cassidy admitted.

“Me either,” Gabe added.

Rhy nodded and made short work of the trip to their precinct. He pulled around the building to park in the back lot, which was partially hidden from the street. Normally, their precinct was a safety zone, but there had been instances where bad guys had camped outside the building to shoot at them.

Never a dull moment in law enforcement, she thought as she followed Rhy and Gabe inside. Yet that variety was also what she loved most about being on the job.

That and making the world a better place. At least their small portion of the world.

“This looks familiar,” Gabe said, his tone full of excitement. “My office is over there.” He gestured with a hand. “And the break room is there.” He turned toward it.

“I’m glad things are starting to come back to you,” Rhy said. “Don’t force yourself to remember, just let the thoughts come naturally.”

“Yeah, okay.” Gabe’s expression turned thoughtful. “I hope that happens soon, though. I can’t seem to shake off the strange sense of urgency.”

Rhy met her gaze, lifting a brow as if asking what he was talking about. She could only shrug. “We’ll know when he does,” she said.

“Do you think you can log into your computer?” Rhy asked. “Maybe that will give us a clue as to what you’ve been working on.”

Gabe didn’t answer but headed to his office. He dropped into his chair, looked around, then booted up the computer. When the log-in page bloomed on the screen, he placed his fingertips on the keyboard and began to type.

She held her breath as she watched over his shoulder. There was a spinning wheel for a moment, then the main screen popped up.

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