“Oh, you want to rewind again.”
“Again?”
Before she could call him on that, the door opened. The two grim detectives strode into the room. “We’re letting you go.”
“Just like that.”
“We don’t have enough to keep you.”
The threat of a lawyer was too much. “Then I’m out of here.” She brushed past Mark. “Tell your uncle I don’t need him.”
“Right.”
He followed her out, past the two cheap suited men. “So what’s the game plan?”
“Let’s get some coffee and I’ll tell you.”
Chapter Twenty Nine
Zach couldn’t focus on his yoga.
He’d let down Grace. Some part of him, not his rational brain, but some part of him knew she was right. She wasn’t a killer and what she’d said about rewinding did ring true.
“But how could it,” he said to his rice and beans dinner.
The meal, one of his favorites, tasted like melted plastic. He shoved it away from him while grabbing for the phone. He had to make good with her.
Her phone went straight to voicemail. “It’s Grace, leave a message.”
“Grace, its’ Zach. Call me. I’m sorry.”
Grace managed to get herself and Mark through the hospital and to the morgue, despite tight security that had been implemented since 9/11.
Now she stood before the door to where Dolores’ body would be stored until the Medical Examiner came down from Newark. She shouldn’t be here.
“You ready?”
Mark showed no trace of fear. She figured he was used to nefarious goings on so, but that was only a theory. He didn’t talk to her about major portions of his life.
Like why he was passing through New Jersey and not stopping to see her.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. You got your story straight, Mark?”
“Yes, Dolores was my sister. I’ll ask to see her alone and then let you in the back door.”
She left him to his tale and walked out onto a loading dock. After five and no one there expecting deliveries, she made it to the outside door of the morgue, unaccosted.
Looking through the window she saw Mark by the drawer that must have held Dolores.
“Miss Harmony?”
A security guard had sneaked up behind her. Did she know him?
“You need to come with me?”
“Why?”
She couldn’t imagine where he’d come from and how he knew her name.
“Don’t make it worse. You aren’t supposed to be at the morgue. The tech called and said you were trying to break in.”
He tugged at her arm as a police car rolled onto the scene. She stared at them wide eyed. What had gone wrong? Who knew she was here?
“I wasn’t. I didn’t even see the attendant,” she said.
“Come now, Miss Harmony, we know you’re distraught.”
Distraught? Who would have said that?
“We can get you help.”
She realized, all of a sudden, that she was being arrested for something she didn’t do. If they succeeded then she wouldn’t get into see Dolores. She’d be stuck in this version of the scenario.
With a yank, she retrieved her arm from the security guard then sprinted away from him. The only person who knew she was here must be the one person who could rewind.
One name came to her lips as she ran breathless from the shouting men.
Mark.
Not one to drive aimlessly, Zach couldn’t stay in his apartment. He’d called Grace back with his cell phone number.
But she still hadn’t called him.
Some force sent him towards his office. As he turned onto Main Street, he spotted Grace out jogging, but not in running clothes.
He slammed on the brakes and rolled down the window. “Grace,” he shouted.
She turned towards him, her step faltering, but she recovered and changed direction. Her breath took minutes to return as he sat in the car next to him. “Go,” she gasped out.
Making a u-turn he opted to go to a coffee shop. They needed to talk.
“What were you running from?”
She bit her lip. “Something spooked me.”
“Dead people talk to you, but other things spook you?”
She chuckled, a nervous twitter at best. “Odd, I know.”
The lie hung between them like crepe paper in the rain. Should he call her on it? He hadn’t given her any reason to trust him.
“What’s going on?”
“Zach you have to get me in to see Dolores. I know who is rewinding.”
“Who?”
“Mark.”
“How do you know?”
He parked diagonally in front of Bean There Drank That. His gaze studied her.
“He called the cops on my when I was trying to get into the morgue.”
“You’re running from the cops?”
“Yes.”
“Grace, we need to go back and straighten this out.”
“No, they’ll arrest me.”
“Won’t Mark explain?”
Bitterness tinged her voice. “I’m sure Mark’s long gone.”
He put a hand on hers. “Sucks to trust the wrong person.”
“Yeah, guess you know all about that with Dolores.”
A stab of pain went through him, not so much for what she’d been, but what she could have been. “Yep. Now let’s get back to the cops and explain everything.”
“No,” she said, then leapt out of the car.
Grace ran to her hotel, hoping she was ahead of the cops. A patrol car sat in the parking lot. Her frazzled brain searched for an alternate route inside the building.
Maybe the cops hadn’t gone to her room, yet.
Circling the building she found three guys sitting on a dock smoking cigarettes. After some cajoling and a little flirting she had on a set of kitchen whites.
Grabbing a tray with plates as she walked through the kitchen, she hoped she looked sufficiently like staff to get past anyone.
