“ANY OF THIS JOG your memory?” MacMillan queried.
Beth shook her head.
“Didn’t think so.” He closed the briefcase and stood. “Well, I guess that’s all we can do for now. We’ll be in touch. And in the meantime, if you get your memory back, you call us.”
He moved away from the bed, but before he got to the door, he turned as if an idea had suddenly dawned on him. He took a step toward her. “Oh, and one other thing you should know. The man who pulled you from the river that night said he saw two sets of headlights on the mountain. One set was lower to the ground, presumably on your car. The other lights looked as if they were on a truck or SUV. He said for a few seconds the two sets of lights were traveling side by side down the mountain. Then your car went into a spin and slid over the side. He had the impression that you may have been forced over.”
She gasped. “You mean someone...tried to kill me?”
“We don’t know for sure what happened. All we can do is speculate. It’s been my experience, though, that women don’t usually go out alone in the dead of night—much less in a driving rainstorm—just for the hell of it. Something happened on that mountain. You were running from something. Or someone. I’d stake my life on it.”
A .38 special, serial number completely filed away. Two rounds missing from the clip.
Ten thousand dollars. Small denominations.
You were running from something. Or someone.
“Do I need a lawyer?” she asked hoarsely.
MacMillan seemed surprised by the question. “We don’t even have evidence that a crime has been committed, unless you know something we don’t. But then, even if you did, you wouldn’t remember it, would you?” Something she could only name as suspicion gleamed in his eyes, making her tremble even more.
I didn’t do anything, she wanted to tell him, but how could she know that for sure? How could she defend herself when she didn’t know who she was or what kind of person she’d been? Was she capable of violence? Deception? Betrayal? She had no idea.
As if reading the terror and confusion in her eyes, the detective nodded. “Quite a predicament, isn’t it? If someone did try to kill you on that mountain and he finds out you’re still alive, he could come looking for you. And if Marsden and I find out you stole that money or used that gun, we’ll come looking for you.” His gaze hardened. “Either way, I’d say you’re in one hell of a mess.”