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We hurried down the dock and boarded theIntrepidas the camera crews followed.
The boat was just as I'd left it. Nothing looked disturbed, but at this point, I couldn’t be sure.
I checked the fridge. There wasn't anything to eat. Tyson called his intel contact at Cobra Company, but he couldn't get hold of her.
"Do you have the key to Grayson's house?" Tyson asked.
"Actually, yes. He gave me a key before he…" I still didn't want to say it, even though it seemed like an abstract concept. Even after all this, Grayson was still a stranger to me. "I'm not sure if his sister got the front door fixed after the invasion. She may have changed out the locks in the house.”
"Doesn't matter. There are ways around that. Does he have an alarm system?”
"You want to break in and rummage through his stuff?”
"I’d like to see what we can find.”
"You want me to violate a crime scene?”
Tyson chuckled. "You've done worse lately. Besides, you’re with a Coconut County deputy, and I have jurisdiction in this county, whether Scarborough likes it or not.”
I smiled. Tyson wasn't beyond bending the rules when it served his needs. I just didn’t know how far he was willing to go.
We left the boat and faced the mob once again.
I stood on the dock and gave them all an incredulous look. "You know I can’t answer any questions that pertain to my case. That would be foolish.”
"Did you commit the murders?” Tessa asked.
"If I give you a sound bite, will you leave me alone and give me a little privacy?"
They all hesitated and exchanged dumb looks.
Tessa took the lead. “I’ll ask one question, then I'll leave you alone, provided you agree to do a sit-down interview with me when your case is over."
"Deal,” I said. I waited on the dock in anticipation of her question.
“Who are you? Because you’re not Savannah Stone.”
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Istiffened. It was an involuntary reaction. Tessa was good. She’d done her homework. I played it cool, acted confused, and shook my head dismissively. "What do you mean?”
“Well, your Social Security number checks out. You’ve got a LinkedIn profile that hasn't been updated in a couple of years. You have virtually zero social media presence, which is really odd. Nothing from college or high school. And speaking of high school, I found your online yearbook. Your picture is in there, but when I started talking to some of your classmates, nobody remembers you."
"I was not popular in high school,” I said. “I was a late bloomer.”
“According to your records, you got a scholarship to Vanden. Majored in computer science. That was easy enough to check out. I talked to the professors, TAs, and a few classmates. Again, nobody remembers you.”
“I guess I’m just forgettable.”
Tessa scoffed. "You’re anything but forgettable.”
"It just goes to show you other people don't care about you as much as you think they do. My message is to always be yourself and live your life.”
"That's great, but it's not the truth. Who are you really?”
The rest of the camera crews waited with bated breath, hanging on Tessa’s every word, hoping I’d drop some bombshell answer.
"I was born Savannah Stone. I'll always be Savannah Stone. If you haven't been keeping up with current events, I'm suffering from a bit of amnesia after a head injury. Clearly, you know more about me than I do."
