It was their second day in Orlando at the Walt Disney World Swan Resort, and they were having a wonderful time. Keisha couldn’t have been happier or more excited. She had wanted to ride and see everything as soon as they had arrived at the hotel. Of course, they couldn’t get to everything in one day, but they did what they could. All three of them had been exhausted when they got settled in last night.
Damien was able to get first-board tickets so they wouldn’t have to wait in line. They rode several rides with Keisha and then went back to the hotel for lunch. Layla carried Keisha off the elevator. Damien had to check his messages from Friday. He was going to meet them in the lobby.
Layla was carrying Keisha to the sitting area when a wide-eyed white woman stopped in front of her. “My God . . . Lana?” she said loudly.
Layla looked at the older woman. “I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
The voices came to her in the darkness, whispering different things. But one thing they hissed was the same. Lana . . . Lana . . . Lana. Layla shot straight up in the bed as she heaved. She was hot and sticky. Damien snored loudly beside her. He didn’t snore unless he was really tired. Creeping out of bed to keep from waking him, she went to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and splashed cool water on her face. Lana. It could be a mistake like she thought when she first met the old couple. But considering that she couldn’t recall most of her life, she had to be sure. It would be the most radical thing she has done concerning her mission to discover her past, but she figured the worst that could happen was being cursed out.&nbs
Layla couldn’t get back to sleep. So she had woken Damien around six a.m. suggesting that they check out early and visit Universal Studios on their way out of town. He thought Keisha might like it, so he agreed, to her relief. She didn’t want to run into Martha Peterson again. What Martha had to tell her was unreal. There was no way it was true. Layla threw herself into enjoying Universal, trying to push back the shocking story from last night. It was ten p.m. when they finally got home. The next morning, Layla was still exhausted. She felt physically and emotionally drained. It was so obvious to Damien that he told her not to worry about fixing breakfast. He said he would fix him and Keisha cereal, and he would stay until Izabella got there. Layla went back to bed without protest.&n
It was a quiet Tuesday morning until Lacey called. She was frantic that there were two break-ins three streets down from Sunset Boulevard. “I don’t care what Corey says. He has to leave overnight for business all the time, and I’m usually here alone. I’m getting a gun and getting instruction on how to use it.” “I know you’re concerned, but this is one of the best areas in Tampa. Surely, they were isolated incidents. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was someone that the victims knew,” Layla stated. “I’m not taking any chances. We got a lot of expensive things in here. Plus, I’m too cute to be a victim. I want you to come with me.&rd
Alec had gone to bed early, but he was just staring at the ceiling. Lucky was lying on the floor next to the open doorway. His cell phone rang. The phone said it was almost ten o’clock, and it was his parents. “Hello,” he answered. “Hi, honey. How are you?” she asked in a voice a little higher than her normal one. Uh oh. That was the voice his mother used when she was about to tell him something he wasn’t going to like. “I was okay,” he replied as he swung his legs out of bed and placed his feet on the floor.&nb
It was Thursday, late morning. Layla filled Victoria in on what had transpired since the last time she had seen her. “Goodness,” Victoria said. “You’ve had quite the weekend.” “And week. I have a whole new look,” Layla bragged. “I noticed the change in your makeup and clothes. What brought that on?” “Something strange happened to me at the gun store. It was like I faded away, and my body went into autopilot. I knew more about guns than I realized. When I left, I felt like a whole new person, but yet . . . familiar.”&nb
Because of the Thanksgiving holiday, Victoria had scheduled her on a Monday morning in her St. Petersburg office. Layla hadn’t experienced any new memories in a week. She lay on Victoria’s couch in her office, letting herself slip into the state of relaxed hypnosis. She didn’t see anything for what felt like forever, and then the sound of glasses and dishes clinking filled her ears. Chattering could be heard as a vision appeared in her mind’s eye. She was sitting at a long dining room table with two black women and three black men. One of them was Hugo Mitchell. The others she didn’t recognize. The tablecloth was thick and white. Red china and crystal glasses were used for the place settings. A large, well-browned turkey was in the middle of the table. Dressing, macaroni and cheese, green beans, and mashed po
That morning’s therapy session left her drained, so with Damien at work, she asked Izabella to take Keisha to the park at the end of the cul-de-sac so she could nap. Layla woke fresh and full of determination. She decided to make a call that could trigger more memories for her. It was risky, but it was a call she had to make. “Hello,” the familiar, deep, sexy voice answered. “Carter, this is Layla Miles.” She fingered the necklace that Alec had given her long ago. “Hey,” he said with brightness. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I was hoping we could chat for a minute. Are you b
Bruce was walking down the hall at the agency when his cell rang. The caller ID said it was Boon Nickels. Bruce and Alec had worked with Boon at the DC Headquarters before they transferred to Tampa. “Hey, Boon. What’s up? I haven’t heard from you in months,” Bruce greeted. “Yeah, I know I hadn’t called lately. I’ve been working sixty-hour weeks for what seemed like forever. But this isn’t a social call.” Bruce stopped walking and leaned against the wall. “What’s up?” “Carter Mitchell has been more discrete with his business dealings for the past four