Stealing Shadows - Hiding In The Shadows Part 32

She kept her eyes fixed on the cup as she dumped sugar and cream in it, then carried it to the table and sat down across from Sydney.

"I hear you had a close call last night," Sydney said.

Faith's pale lips moved in an imitation smile.

"Close enough. If he hadn't made a noise or two getting the window open ... "But you didn't see who it was?"

"No."

"So it really could have been Kane the guy was after."

"I suppose so. Detective Richardson seems to think it's possible."

"Kane, I hope you mean to 'increase security around here. Those guards

of yours have their hands full with the media outside."

"I'm calling the security company right after breakfast. A dozen more men and a couple of dogs on each s.h.i.+ft ought to do the job."

Faith sent him a quick glance. "Won't the other tenants in the building

object?"

It was Sydney who replied. "Probably not. Kane's their landlord."

Faith hadn't realized he owned the building. Or perhaps the entire

complex.

He said, "I doubt they'd say much anyway if the object is to keep them safer."

Faith thought he had a point.

After breakfast, Faith and Sydney shared the cleaning ch.o.r.es while Kane

got on the phone to his security company. They ignored the dishwasher by tacit consent, both needing to be occupied by the simple physical actions of was.h.i.+ng, drying, and putting away the dishes. It wasn't until the women were alone together that Sydney asked a quiet question.

"How is he doing, really?"

Faith didn't know how to answer that except by being honest. "He hasn't said much to me. I think ... he talked to Bishop."

"They've been friends a long time. If anyone could help..

Faith wondered if anyone could, but all she said was, "I don't know what

to say to him."

Sydney leaned a hip against the counter and kept her gaze on the plate

she was drying. The delicate charm bracelet she wore tinkled softly.

"There isn't much you can say, I guess. Me either. All we can do is sympathize with someone else's pain. And be here, in case he needs us."

Faith drew a shaky breath. "Yes, but in my case, I could actually be

responsiblee--directly or indirectly-for the murder of the woman he loves." She used the present tense deliberately.

"You don't know that, Faith."

"That's just it. I don't know. And neither does he.

"Still no luck in remembering, I take it."

"None. And even though we've found out some details of my past, nothing is even vaguely familiar to me."

"So it's still possible that whatever you and Dinah were involved in is

something you ... brought with you when you came to Atlanta?"

"More than possible. Something drove me to cross the country and come live in a strange city. I just wish I knew what that was."

"You have no idea at all?"

They've taken everything away from me, Dinab.

Everything.

Faith hesitated, then said, "Apparently, my family was killed, murdered,

but I don't know why or by whom. Maybe I came here because of that, but

if I did, I still don't remember."

"You have had it rough, haven't you?" Syd- they's lovely face mirrored the compa.s.sion in her voice.

"I'm really sorry, Faith. I wish I could help."

"You said it yourself."

Faith smiled. "All we can offer is our sympathy when someone else hurts.

Thank you for yours."

"If there's anything I can do to help, I will. Don't forget that,

Faith."

With absolutely no forethought, Faith heard her- self say, "Well, there

is one thing. You can tell me if it would be as difficult to rappel down from the roof of this building as I think it would."

Sydney paused in putting a stack of plates in the cabinet to give Faith

a startled look, then smiled.

"Oh. I suppose Kane told you I used to do some mountain climbing."

As a matter of fact, he had not, but Faith forced herself to nod

noncommittally, even as she wondered how she had known. Maybe alingering memory from Dinah? Or maybe something she had plucked out of the air all on her own? This psychic business was very disconcerting.

"It wouldn't be easy for an amateur," Sydney said in answer to thequestion. "A sheer wall and pitch darkness, the need for silence. But anexperienced climber could handle it without much problem, I'd think."

"I see."

Sydney hung her dish towel very neatly on a bar, turning her attention onthe task. "I guess Kane also told you that my husband was killed in aclimbing accident. "

"I-No, he didn't. I'm so sorry, Sydney. If I'd known, I never wouldhave-"

"Don't worry about it. David was killed more than two years ago. Itisn't a ... fresh wound anymore. In fact-" She laughed suddenly, a soundthat was almost convincing. "Never mind. Why don't we finish up in hereand go see if Kane's managed to turn this place into a fortress?"

When they emerged from the kitchen, they found that Kane had concludedhis business with the security company and was checking with theanswering service that had been taking all calls to his main numbersince the preceding day. He was over by the piano, portable phone inhand, jotting down notes on a legal pad.

"The media, I guess," Sydney murmured.

Faith thought she was probably right, but when Kane got off the phone,he didn't confirm it. Instead, looking at his sister, he said, "Thesecurity company had already sent over more people, and the police havemade the media move back away from the building, so you should be ableto get out of here without too much trouble."

"I should get to the office," Sydney agreed.

"I appreciate your covering for me, Syd."

"It's no trouble. But you should make a decision on the Ludlow building.

Max says his foreman has already gone AWOL, and he's going to have toput the crew back to work on Monday no matter what.

Either there or on another project.

Kane frowned. "Jed Norris is missing?"

"Well, Max didn't say missing. I mean, he didn't seem worried, justp.i.s.sed. Said Jed was steady enough when he was kept busy, but apt tovanish if he had too much time on his hands. What do you want to doabout the building, Kane? I've already had a couple of calls from theinvestment group, and they're not happy work has stopped."

In his mind's eye, Kane saw again those cracks in the foundation, andrealized that he was no closer now to figuring out the problem. "Let'sget an inspector out there to look it over," he suggested. "Maybe he orshe can spot something I missed."

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements. Is there any- thing else I can do?"

"No, thanks."