protested.
“It’s temporary until we figure out who she is,” Declan said.
The woman in the black dress shrugged. “It’s as good a name as any.” She nodded toward Gus. “And like he said, it’s temporary. Or at least I hope it’s temporary. Until I figure out who I am, I have no home, no identification and no job that I know of.”
“In other words, you’re broke and homeless,” Gus said. “Can’t blame you for chasing down a rich widow. I guess I would, too, in your circumstances.”
Jane Doe’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t want Mrs. Halverson’s money. I want to know who I am. Right now, I have no history, memories or family that I know of. If I had a job, I’m sure, by now, I’ve been fired for not showing up.”
“You said you spent ten days in the hull of a ship,” Declan’s eyes narrowed. “Is that where you were when you came to or discovered you’d lost your memory?”
She shook her head, her jaw hardening. “No.”
Gus leaned forward. “Where were you?”
She didn’t look at him, but stared into Charlie’s face. “I was locked inside a tiny cell in a small village in Syria.”
Charlie’s eyes widened. “Syria?”
“Yes, ma’am. Syria.”
“What were you doing in Syria?” Charlie asked.
Glancing away, Jane shook her head. “I don’t know. All I know is I was held captive. That’s where I woke up without my memory.”
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