He started digging for more information and found out where each lived, although he was sure he wouldn’t find them in separate dwellings.

They’d be together.

From the article, it wasn’t clear exactly how they’d been involved with the crime boss, but it seemed they’d escaped a dangerous situation.

What was their next move?

He didn’t know these people, but he had a good guess about what they were going to do. Swift and Branson, the last couple who had found each other, had gone to Houma to investigate their backgrounds. He’d bet his government pension that Delano and Forester would do the same. Did he have to kill them? Or could he head them off?

Perhaps his first move was to send someone to search her house and his apartment.

“I guess we can get back to normal life,” Elizabeth murmured as they headed for the car.

“What’s normal?”

“If you put it that way, I don’t know. But we should start by telling Donna Martinson that she and the women are in the clear.

“Right.”

They made the call, both happy to relieve the director’s mind.

“What now?” Matt asked.

“I want to go back to my house and get some clothes. And now that I’ve got my memories back, I thought of something else. My baby book. Maybe we’ll find some clues in it.”

“I guess it’s all right to go there.”

“You’re not sure.”

“Old habits die hard.”

They drove to her neighborhood and parked out front, then walked to the back.

“I know you wanted to look at some of the papers in the office, but I think we should skip that for now,” Matt said as they approached the door.

She answered with a little nod. “But I should get a spare key, so that we can lock up when we leave.”

She went to the office, opened the middle desk drawer and took out the key she kept on one side.

“At least they left it. You know, I’m going to have to do stuff like get a new driver’s license.”

“Yeah. Maybe they’ve got you in the computer, and you just have to call up, explain what happened and ask for a new one.”

She grimaced. “First I’d have to prove who I am.”

“You have a point.”

She looked at the name tags she’d saved from conferences. “They probably won’t accept those. But that gives me an idea. If I stop by work, they’ll know me at the office.”

“And as your doctor, I can verify that you were the woman I treated for amnesia at Memorial Hospital.”

“I hope all that’s going to work.”

“Let’s get your clothes and get out of here.”

“With the baby book.”

They climbed the stairs, and Elizabeth retrieved a suitcase from her bedroom closet. She opened drawers, pulling out tee shirts and jeans. Then she took some clothing from the hangers in the closet, glad to have some of her own things.