Blum looked over at Mercy to find her glowering at her.
“I wasn’t a winner in any way, shape, or form.”
Blum said hastily, “Of course you weren’t. I’m only saying that Vincenzo meant to kill your sister, not you.”
Mercy settled back in her seat and glanced out the window.
Blum said, “And, unlike you, Agent Pine has very firm memories of you. She’s lived with that loss for the last thirty years.”
Mercy said in a far calmer tone, “Desiree managed to beat those memories out of me. I remember snatches here and there. The name Lee. The fact that somebody else was there, you know?”
“Yes, I can understand that.”
“But it’s not the same as having memories. It’s just shit in your head you can’t make sense of. Like somebody gave you a book to read but first smeared all the words so badly that you can only make a couple out. It’s . . . a hard thing to live with, knowing it’s there somewhere, but never being able to find it.” She looked over at Blum. “Sorry if how I talk doesn’t measure up. You said your boss went to college and everything. I may sound dumb, but I’m mostly not. I read a lot. Books got me through a bunch’a shit.”
“You sound just fine to me. And I think given what happened to you, it’s a miracle you’re even alive.”
“I don’t give up. I never have. You hurt me, I just try harder.”
“That is exactly who your sister is.”
Mercy nodded but didn’t comment.
“And Desiree?” asked Blum nervously.
Mercy didn’t answer right away. “I won’t lay a hand on her.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re right. I don’t want to lose, especially to that bitch.” A moment of quiet passed and then she added, “And maybe I’d like a shot at meeting my sister. Alive.”
CHAPTER
49
MERCY FOLLOWED BLUM, who was trailing Deputy Tate Callum down the hall toward the cell holding Desiree Atkins. And she was sweating. For two reasons. First, she was in a jail surrounded by cops; that was bad enough. She’d been in jail on the other side of the bars, and this was bringing back all those memories. Second, she was about to see the woman who had tortured and then very nearly killed her a long time ago. She knew which was worse: the flesh-and-blood woman easily won over the steel bars.
Callum glanced at Blum. “And where is Agent Pine today?”
“Tied up. She just wanted me to follow up on a few questions. Agent Cain here is assisting us.”
They had come up with that story on the way over.
Callum eyed Mercy. “So, you work undercover, Agent Cain?”
Mercy smiled, ran a hand over her scalp, and touched her stained sweatshirt. “What was your first clue? Other than the fact that I don’t have my badge with me?”
He laughed. “Right. Boy, they grow the ladies tall at the Bureau, don’t they?”
They reached the cell door and Callum opened it and ushered them through. “Just let the jailer know when you’re done.” He closed the door behind them and headed back down the hall.
Desiree turned and saw Mercy. “Holy shit!”
Mercy said nothing. She just stared down at the woman.
Desiree backed up against the wall. “Don’t you dare come near me.” She glared at Blum. “What the hell do you think you’re doing bringing this psycho here?”
“I thought it was high time you two were finally reunited.” Blum failed to hide a smile.