Page 55 of The Other Lady Vanishes

“No,” she said before she could stop herself. “It doesn’t describe you.”

“Are you sure?” He sounded wryly amused.

“You move... differently.” She waved her hands, struggling to explain. “Like a very large cat. A leopard or a mountain lion or... something. The man I saw did not walk the way you do. Never mind, I can’t explain it. You’ll have to take my word for it.”

“That’s not terribly helpful. Did you notice anything else about him?”

“He was walking very quickly. I got the impression that he was angry.”

“I think he followed us out here. But he didn’t see us in the shadows.”

“Why would he follow us?” she asked. She knew her voice sounded weak.

Jake gave her a searching look. She knew he didn’t believe her but he did not comment. Without a word, he took her arm.

Unable to think of anything else to do, Adelaide allowed him to steer her back into the nightclub. The first thing she noticed was that Vera Westlake was once again sitting alone.

“Paxton is gone,” Jake said. “That’s interesting. Any sign of the other man?”

“No, but I can’t be positive he’s not in here somewhere,” she said. “It’s just too dark. The only people I can see clearly are the ones seated in the booths around the dance floor and the couples who are dancing.”

“Luther’s security people will have a list of everyone who is in the club tonight. I’ll ask to take a look at it tomorrow.”

Would Conrad Massey—assuming it was Massey she had seen—use his real name? Adelaide wondered.

Jake escorted her to their booth. She looked at the sparkling water in her glass. What she really needed was a martini, she thought.

She picked up the glass of water and tried to decide what to do. She finally came to a decision. She set the glass down abruptly.

“There are some things about me that you should know,” she said, choosing her words very carefully. “I was hoping I would never have to explain my life to you, but I don’t think I have a choice now. You deserve the truth.”

Jake had just swallowed some of his sparkling water. He lowered the glass. His eyes never left her face.

“I’m listening,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about it here.”

Jake got to his feet. “Let’s go home.”

She wanted to tell him that she didn’t have a home, that in a very real sense she did not even exist. That she was just Patient B and, as far as some people were concerned, she had vanished.

But it was not the kind of story a woman told a man while sitting with him in a candlelit booth in a nightclub.

Chapter 28

She had not lied, Jake thought, but she had not told him the full truth about the man who had passed them in the garden. Once again he reminded himself that she had a right to her secrets, but whatever she was not telling him was definitely complicating the problem of keeping her safe.

They stood silently together in front of the big wrought iron gates at the front of the Paradise Club, waiting for the valet to fetch the car. He was very conscious of Adelaide’s nearness but he had no clue as to her thoughts. It was obvious that she had been badly shaken by the events in the gardens, but he did not know if it was the kiss that had rattled her or the sight of the man who had walked past them. He was starting to wonder if it was both of those things.

One thing was certain—the kiss that had flashed like lightning between them had definitely left him feeling shaken. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known there was some risk involved in kissing her. But he had been so damn sure he could control the situation.

He had been wrong, and not for the first time when it came to Adelaide, he thought.

The valet brought the speedster to a stop in front of the gate and got out. Jake opened the passenger side door to allow Adelaide to slip into the front seat. A silver sandal gleamed briefly in the moonlight, allowing him a glimpse of one elegantly arched foot. The heat that had slammed through him when he had taken her into his arms a few minutes ago stirred his senses again.

He closed the car door very quickly and took a couple of deep breaths while he walked around the long hood of the vehicle. By the time he got behind the wheel, he thought he was back in command of himself.

He put the car in gear and drove down the lane and onto Cliff Road. The moon was still out but a light fog was starting to coalesce over the night-darkened ocean.