Page 104 of Help Me Remember
The voice she heard before her brother was killed is Jax.
Dr. Girardo pulled me aside before we left and explained that this doesn’t mean he’s the killer. That her memory can be splicing, which we already know it has done a few times.
Like when she remembered us making love and together in her apartment mingled with another memory as though she meshed two together.
But still, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to look deeper into this.
I tilt my head back one more time, hoping the water will wash away the anger before I go back to Brie. When it doesn’t, I give up and head there anyway.
Once dressed, I go out into the living room and find her sitting on the floor with all the papers from our investigation laid out around her.
“What are you looking for?”
Brie jumps at my voice and then smiles. “The answer is in this.”
“The bank statements?”
She nods. “I remembered Jax. When we met at the party, for some reason, he felt important. So, I figure that I felt that way for one of two reasons.”
“And they would be?” I ask, already able to guess what she’s going to say.
“He’s the mystery ring guy and the killer.”
Well, she’s wrong on at least one of those.
“So why the bank statements?” I ask, crouching beside her.
“You said we have to start at the beginning. Maybe the beginning is my job. I only remembered up until I got hired at the youth center. I met Jax there, started dating him, and found out about whatever is illegal. I must’ve had files of it in my office. He knew the ring was the key, so he looked for it, but I had it at home. It all fits. He’s the killer and I am going to find the answers in here. Jax is involved, now I have to prove it.”
I want to grab her by the shoulders and tell her how wrong she is, to confess that I’m who she’s in love with. Jax doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her, and God fucking help him if he is who hurt her and killed Isaac. There won’t be a rock big enough for that man to hide under.
I clench my jaw and count to five before I can reply. “What did you find in the statements?”
There’s nothing there. I know this because I have poured over them. I’ve searched through it all, tried to trace the money back, and it’s all dead ends. Even Mark had one of his tech guys look into the wire transfers, but they didn’t find anything suspicious. They’re doing a different dig, but whoever is behind this is very good at covering their tracks. We at least know that nothing leads to Jax, but I still sent them everything from today before I jumped in the shower.
Charlie is reaching out to her contacts to see if she can dig anything up, and the guys at Cole Security are doing the same.
“I haven’t found anything yet.”
“You should rest,” I say, gathering the papers. “You had a rough day.”
She grabs the folder from me. “I’m fine. I need to do this.”
“You don’t . . . we have gone over it a dozen times. There’s nothing in here.”
“What if we missed something?”
“We didn’t.”
She stands and walks to the other side of the room. “You don’t think it’s Jax?”
“I don’t know what I think.”
“Why do you keep dismissing him? Why do you think he’s not the guy I was with? I saw how he looked at me. He and I were dating or he likes me. What has you so confused?” Brie asks with frustration coursing through her words.
The sheer volume of things I’m keeping from her is overwhelming. “I can’t answer that.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
