SOME MEMORIES ARE BEST NOT
REMEMBERED
“I don’t know anything about your
missing files,” Max said.
“Do you expect me to believe you?”
Jolie asked.
“I don’t expect you to do anything
except cause trouble. That seems to be the one thing you’re good at
doing. Dredging up old memories, putting people through the misery
of reliving a past better left forgotten.”
Jolie took a tentative step toward Max,
pausing when only a few inches separated their bodies. “Do you
honestly think that anyone involved could ever forget about those
brutual murders? If you’d been shot and left for dead beside your
mother’s lifeless body, would you ever be able to
forget?”
“Probably not,” Max admitted. “But you
have no proof that the snooping you and Theron were doing is in any
way connected to those men attacking Theron.”
“I don’t need proof. I know in
here”—she slapped her clenched fist on her belly—“that somebody
wanted Theron stopped before he unearthed any information that
might force the D.A. to reopen the Belle Rose case. And so help me
God, I’m going to find out who the son of a bitch is. Theron might
not be able to continue searching, to keep digging for the truth,
but I can. And I will.”
Max uncrossed his arms and eased away
from the wall. “If what you believe is true, then you could wind up
getting yourself hurt, maybe even killed…”