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Felix nods, and as he moves towards the door, he pauses, and then looks over his shoulder at me, a strange expression on his face. “What about your birth father, Miss Cooper?”
I blink. “I don’t know him. I don’t even know who he is.”
“Your mother never mentioned him?”
I shake my head, feeling hollow.
Felix’s voice is quiet and thoughtful as he says, “So, you wouldn’t know if he had red hair?”
His words shock me, and I reel with the impact of them.
He doesn’t let me say anything else, excusing himself with an, “I’ll be in touch.”
Cameron, however, lingers in the doorway, glowering at Jace, before shooting me a look that tells me I’ll be pestered with a million and one questions afterwards. “I’ll come by after work.”
Once he leaves, I get to my feet, escaping Jace’s hold, and start pacing, trying to sort through my thoughts and emotions.
There is pity for the dead man, relief that there is enough evidence the police won’t be looking my way, shock over the fact that my mother’s missing car has reappeared after all these years, hope that my mother may be alive after all these years.
But why would she target Hashem?
Detective Felix had said that Hashem had been leaving a bar he frequented and he had been drunk.
Lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear Jace calling my name till he growls, “Halley!”
I nearly jump out of my skin. “What?”
He’s still sitting on the couch, watching me. “Are you all right?”
I stare at him for a few seconds, blankly, before my shoulders sag, and I mumble, wearily, “I don’t know.”
“Come on. Sit.” He’s out of his seat and dragging me towards the armchair before I know it. Forcing me to sit, he perches on the coffee table, and just waits.
Sure enough, I finally break the silence, “You think it could be my mom?” My voice is small.
“Do you think it is?” He counters.
I twist my hands, confused, desperate, trying not to lose the small ember of hope burning in my chest. “Would it be that impossible?” I whisper. “Maybe she missed me and started looking for me.” However, even as the words leave my lips, I know how foolish they sound. Why would she abandon me only to track me down and kill somebody who talked to me for a total of two minutes?
“It could be,” Jace says, slowly.
I stare at him, surprised.
He meets my gaze, seriously. “Or it could be someone who’s trying to mess with you.”
“Why would anybody…?” I trail off, unable to follow his line of reasoning.
“Do you stand to inherit anything or have you inherited something?”
The question throws me off guard. “I-Inherit?” I stammer, surprised. “No. Mom never had any property. I mean, I got the house once they declared her to be legally dead. But Uncle Raymond handled everything on my behalf. There was no money or anything. The house is also still there. I never sold it.”
I never returned to it, either.
“I see…” Jace sounds thoughtful.
I rub my hands over my face, suddenly feeling worn out. “I need to get some sleeping pills.”
“Nightmares?” Jace asks, his tone a little too casual.
