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“It is,” Mary said with a smile. “Can I tell him you were here? Let me give you my number, so you can call and we’ll set something up, okay?” She had a hundred more questions, but it was more than obvious Truck’s sister was ready to bolt.

Macie nodded. “I’d like that.”

Mary turned and grabbed a business card off a nearby desk and scribbled her cell phone number on the back. She handed it to Macie. “Seriously, Truck has told me so many stories about you two. He loves you, Macie.”

“Truck?” she asked with a small frown.

“Sorry, Ford. Truck is his nickname…for obvious reasons.”

Macie smiled then. It was a small quirk of her lips, but Mary blinked at the transformation that came over her face. The other woman was beautiful. She had too many worry lines and it was obvious that life had been hard on her, but Mary wanted to do everything she could to keep that smile on her face.

“If he’s Truck, I guess I’m Car,” Macie said with a smile.

Mary chuckled. “I’m thinking Truck fits your brother better than Car fits you.”

“No doubt. Thank you for talking to me,” Macie whispered.

“Truck’s coming here for lunch,” Mary told her. “If you wanted to stay, I’m sure—”

“I can’t,” Macie interrupted. “I’ll get in touch and we can work something out. Somewhere to meet. Just tell my brother I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Just tell him, okay?”

“I will,” Mary said quickly, seeing that Macie was getting agitated again.

And with that, the other woman nodded, ducked her head, and turned around and left the bank without a backward glance.

Mary wanted to immediately text Truck and tell him that she’d just met his sister, but she decided to wait and tell him in person. She couldn’t wait to give him the good news.

Truck pulled into the parking lot of the bank and closed his eyes. His head was killing him. He really needed to call the doctor and let him know that he’d begun to remember more and more. Mostly things that had to do with Mary, but even driving around town was starting to make him remember things suddenly.

Seeing the grocery store made him remember shopping there for something Mary might be able to keep down.

He’d driven by Fletch’s old house, and he’d had a flash of a memory of a wedding in the backyard—and taking down assholes who’d thought it would be cool to rob it.

Even seeing the JCPenney store at the mall made him abruptly remember that was where Kassie worked.

It was as if his mind was one of those old films that spun round and round on the reel. It had been stopped, but now it was slowly starting up again in fits and spurts. It was confusing and jarring, but oh so welcome.

Seeing he was early, Truck put his car in park and picked up his phone. He called Ghost.

“Hey, Truck. How’re you?”

“Good. I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Was the French diplomat’s daughter okay? And the other girls?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a second before Ghost said, “You remember.”

“Not all of it. Just bits and pieces. I do remember we were specifically looking for that little girl, but that there were lots of others who needed rescuing too.”

“There were. She’s okay.”

“How many did we lose?” Truck asked.