Chapter 8
The limo pulled up to the security gate. The driver waited a few moments then went through the gate. He drove over to the waiting jet. He got out and opened the back door. Larry got out first then helped Rebecca out. He took her hand and led her to the jet.
"Good evening Mr. Newman. We have been cleared with our flight plan and the weather is clear. It should be a smooth flight."
"Thank you, Jordan." Larry said then led Rebecca up the stairs. They walked back and sat down in two seats next to each other. Larry helped Rebecca fasten her seat belt when he noticed her hands were shaking. "After we level off, we can move around. Then I will get my laptop and we'll look at the pictures Brian sent."
"All right." Rebecca said looking out the window.
Larry put his hand on her leg. "What's wrong?"
Rebecca looked at him. "I think I am just nervous to find out everything. I just suddenly got nervous and scared for some reason."
"I won't let anything happen to you." Larry said then put his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her close. "We will figure everything out together." He kissed the top of her head.
Once the plane leveled off, Jordan turned off the seatbelt sign. Larry unbuckled his seatbelt and got up. He went back to the table and pulled out his laptop from under the bench. He sat down and turned it on. Rebecca slowly walked back to the table. Larry moved over and she sat down next to him. He opened up his email and pulled up the pictures folder that Brian sent. "Here you go." Larry said as the first picture showed the apartment complex sign. The next one showed the front of the building.
"That's where I live?"
"Yes. That's the building. It looks nice."
"Yeah, I guess."
They looked at the next picture from inside the apartment. "There's a picture of you with somebody." Larry said then tried to make it bigger. "Do they look familiar?"
"No," Rebecca said.
Larry went through a couple more pictures. "Does anything look familiar?"
"I know I live there. I recognize some of the things, but don't know where I got them."
"That's good."
"I don't know why someone trashed the place. My television is still there and an old camera. It wasn't a robbery."
"Yes, that's what Brian said."
"It doesn't look like I had much."
"It doesn't look bad though. It seems nice." They scrolled through the rest of the pictures.
"I guess," Rebecca said. "Is there a bathroom on here?"
"Yes. It's right through there." He said then pointed to a door.
"Thank you." Rebecca said then got up and went into the bathroom.
Larry got up and went on to the bar. He poured himself a drink. He took a sip as he walked back to the table. He sat his drink down and knocked at the bathroom door. "Rebecca, are you all right?"
"Yes. I'll be out is a minute."
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Some water would be fine. Thank you."
Larry went over to the bar and opened the refrigerator. He pulled out a bottle of water and walked back over to the table. He sat down in front of his computer and looked at the pictures. Rebecca came out of the bathroom and sat down next to him. She took drink of water. Larry looked over at her. "Were you crying?"
"Yes. I feel violated by the way my apartment looked."
"I know. It looks bad, but we can put it back together."
"That's not the point. Someone appeared to be looking for something and I don't know what."
"I don't know what to say," Larry said.
"That's all right. You don't have to say anything. I'm just glad you're here with me." She said then leaned against him.
Larry put his arm around her and held her. He took a drink. "I wish I could make this easier for you."
"I want to remember, but everything I keep seeing makes more questions for me. I just wish I would wake up and remember everything."
"Maybe you will," Larry said. "We can only hope."
"I'm so tired of trying to remember," Rebecca said. "Then I will probably want to forget."
"I want you to remember so we can move forward."
"I want so much to be with you, but I also have another life to think about."
"I know. Once we know for sure that there is nobody in your life, we can work on that," Larry said.
"Mr. Newman, we will be starting our descent soon. Please fasten your seatbelts."
"I guess we need to move," Rebecca said.
"Yes, we do." Larry said as he closed his laptop. He finished his drink. Rebecca got up, went over to the other seat and fastened her seatbelt. Larry put his laptop away and his glass by the bar. He sat down next to Rebecca and fastened his seatbelt.
Rebecca and Larry walked into the hotel room. The bell boy carried their luggage in and into the bedroom. The bell boy walked out. Larry went over to Rebecca "Do you want to change before I call Brian?"
"I'll just slip into something more comfortable."
"All right." Larry pulled out his phone. He dialed Brian's number. "Hey, we're here. Come over to our room when you're ready," Larry said. " Yes, we got them. All right." Larry hung up. "He'll be here in a minute."
"I bet this room is smaller than you're used to."
"It's all right," Larry said. "I'll survive." Larry laughed. He went over and opened up the curtains. "It has a nice view of the parking lot." He closed the curtains.
"Well, it has a mini bar and a television."
"It was short notice." Someone knocked at the door. Larry walked over and opened the door. "Hey Brian. Come on in." He said as he stepped aside.
Brian walked in. "How was your flight?" Brian asked.
"Good," Larry said. "Rebecca, this is Brian. Brian, this is Rebecca."
"Nice to finally meet you."
"Have a seat. Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, I'm fine." Brian said as he sat down on a chair at the table. Larry and Rebecca sat down on the other chairs. Brian opened his bag and pulled out a folder. "I did confirm you lived in the apartment. Your landlord and three neighbors confirmed it. Nobody has seen you for a couple of weeks, but they said it isn't unusual for you to take off. They also said they haven't seen you with anyone for over six months." He set the folder in front of Rebecca. "Here's your background check, work history, bank accounts and personal information," he said. "As far as the detective that was there, there was no reports regarding your apartment on file. The landlord gave me a description of him and I found out it was this guy." He handed her a picture.
Rebecca looked at it. "I don't recognize him. But then, I don't remember much. You probably know more about me than I do."
"After I confirmed your identity, I just looked you up." Brian said. "Your landlord and neighbors said you keep mostly to yourself and you don't give them any problems. They didn't have any complaints about you."
"I guess that's good. What about my family?"
"Your parents are both alive and live fifteen minutes from you. You have an older brother that lives out west. I gathered up everything I could find." He handed her another folder. "That's just what's on the internet. That can't tell you who you are inside."
"I know. Thank you," Rebecca said. She looked through the papers.
"Thank you, Brian," Larry said.
"I'm still digging on the detective, but it's difficult without being detected."
"Will you lead us out to the apartment in the morning?"
"Yes. Call me when you're ready to leave."
"I will. We will see you, then." Larry said then got up. Brian got up and they walked to the door. "Thanks for everything."
"No problem." Brian said then walked out.
Larry walked over to Rebecca and sat down. He picked up a paper and looked at it. He read it. "Brian found out a lot."
"Yes he did," Rebecca said. "It's too much," she said. "I'm going to take a bath and go to bed. I'm tired." She put the paper down and got up. She walked over to the bed and took her bag into the bathroom.
Larry picked up another paper and looked at it. He read each one carefully. After a while he put the paper down and walked over to the luggage. He pulled out his laptop and brought it back to the table. He turned it on and started to type. After a while Rebecca came out of the bathroom and got into bed. He went back to work.
An hour later, he got up and got some clothes out of his bag and went into the bathroom.