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bed, his eyes scanned my body in a cold, calculating kind of way. I tried not to squirm under the scrutiny, but couldn’t do anything to stop the butterflies in my stomach. And they weren’t good butterflies.
    “Miss Keats, you’ve had a pretty bad run of luck.” His smile still didn’t reach his eyes.
    “So they tell me,” I replied, trying to remain neutral. “I guess I should just be grateful to be alive.”
    “You don’t actually remember anything about what happened to you?” He leaned forward, as if my amnesia was the true reason for his presence.
    I weighed my answer, unsure why he was here. Was he some sort of ambulance chaser? Or one of those cheesy infomercial attorneys who hunt for the slightest whiff of malpractice? I’d seen enough of those shady commercials last night to last a lifetime.
    “Why do you ask?” I asked cautiously.
    “That’s what we lawyers do. We ask questions to help those who’ve had a bit of bad luck. You don’t remember anything?” He repeated his question, softening his tone, no doubt attempting to convey sympathy that rang entirely false.
    I took my time replying. “I was told that I suffered acute brain trauma and that it could take some time before everything comes back.” He nodded sagely, as if in total agreement. On instinct, I added, “But the doctors seem to think that I should get my full memory back eventually.”
    I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I got the impression that this Mr. Fields wasn’t nearly as concerned for my welfare as he was trying to make me believe. I might not have had my memory, but it looked like my instincts were working just fine.
    “Miss Keats,” he said with another of those fake smiles, “you’ve been through a terrible ordeal. I can only imagine the hospital bills you’ll incur as a result of this, not to mention the cost of a new car. I would imagine that you have a job or, at least, that you had one prior to your accident.”
    I frowned. I’d thought of that, of course, and even though I couldn’t remember what exactly I did for a living, I was sure that four months of not being able to work meant that I’d been replaced, no matter how understanding my employer might’ve been of my situation.
    Quaid reached into his leather briefcase, and I waited for the pitch about how I needed to secure his services to sue whoever had hit my car. For a modest fee, of course.
    Instead, he pulled out a thick manila envelope. “I represent someone with an interest in seeing you able to move on with your life. This is how you can do just that.”
    I hesitated as he held out the envelope. I had a good idea of what the envelope contained. When he simply looked at me and waited, I slowly reached out my hand and took it. He watched as I looked inside, confirming my suspicions. Benjamin Franklin peered stoically at me from the front of one of the wrapped stacks. I might not have my memories, but I was pretty sure I’d never seen so much money in my life.
    “It’s one hundred thousand dollars, Miss Keats,” Mr. Fields said without waiting for me to ask. “And in addition to the money in this envelope, your hospital bill will be taken care of.”
    A real, but still unpleasant smile curved around his mouth. I could tell by the easy curl of his lip, and the way his shoulders relaxed that he thought he had me, hook, line, and sinker.
    I could hardly believe what I was hearing. A hundred grand. He knew how to hit the right buttons, I’d give him that. I dreaded seeing what sort of bills I’d racked up after four full months of tests and medication and who knew what else. With this money and all of that taken care of, I could focus solely on putting my life together, with or without my memories.
    It was an easy way out.
    And yet…none of this felt right. A complete stranger sent his lawyer in to offer me a wad of money for no good reason?
    “What’s the catch?”
    “Catch?” he raised an eyebrow, the picture of innocence.
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