“You are being lied to,” said the unfamiliar voice on the line.“Who is this?”“It doesn’t matter. I am curious though as to how long you are going to allow them to play you the fool.”Raven wanted to cut the call but there was such sincerity in the voice that she found herself listening for the last couple of minutes.“I really don’t understand what you are talking about.”“What do you know about Billy McAllen?”“He is a friend. I trust him.” She frowns hearing the own uncertainty in her voice.“Ever heard the phrase about keeping your enemies very closed to you.”“What are you saying? Billy and I are not enemies.” Raven start to circle the bedroom. Since that man attacked her, she has been staying house-bound. In truth she has been avoiding everyone.“They will be making their presence known. Play their games but keep your eyes open. Do you even remember, you had kids?” the line went dead.“What?” Raven asked shocked. It took a couple of seconds before she realized the phone was dea
"What's with birds?" Denver keeps looking at them circling just ahead of him. He found them intriguing but somehow instinctively following them.He has been wondering around aimlessly; completely unsure where he should go. "Could you buy me something to eat?" he asked standing in front of a window where fast food was being sold."Get lost dude. Your presence is chasing my customers away." the guy was clearly furious."Please..."he begged."I am not telling you again."Denver looked at him then at the birds shaking his head. He slowly start to move away going down the street. He found a bench to sit down on.The ringing of the doorbell made Raven carefully put the phone down. She was openly puzzled. She slowly walked to the hall watching as Billy has let the people inside."We are looking for Raven?""Annie...""We need to talk." Annie marched towards her pulling her by the arm towards the swimming pool."What happened?" Raven pulled her arm free before crossing it across her chest."
"Denver Ricardo?"The police officer stood in front of him. He just looked at the man not really understanding him. He understand in a way that was apparently his name but in his mind it doesn't ring a bell."You understand what I am saying?""Not really." Denver looked at his dirty hands then at the man in front of him."Are you hurt sir?""Not that I am aware of. ""You don't seem to recognize your name sir?""It seems that way. Do you mind if I go now?"The police man looked hard at him then at Cleo the store manager. "Are you sure about him?""I am. His name is Denver Ricardo. I don't know what happened but I found him sitting on a bench.""I should go back." Denver looked at himself feeling ashamed of his appearance."Where do you want to go? I will take you.""No thanks." Denver step outside. The sun blinded him a moment. When his eyes focused again he looked at a big man watching him."My goodness son. Where have you been?""Do I know you?" "Coach Jerry from the team of Ricard
"Do I know her?" Denver keeps rubbing across his face. This not knowing is driving him crazy."What do you remember?" Captain Brenda looked very concern. This might create problems no one is foreseeing."Not just flashes I don't understand. You said her name like I should know her." he looked into her face hopeful." The woman is dead sir.""What do you mean?" Denver stood and start circling the office space. "What happened? Was I involved?""From what I know you were involved with her. The records said it was a bad break." she watch him carefully."What do you mean? Did I hurt her?""Not as far as I know. The woman went through shit. But in the end it killed her. She died in your presence. You arranged for her funeral.""Didn't she had family?""The parents distance them from her. They didn't approve her choices.""I see. Am I guilty of anything?""No sir.""Oh. You seem to know who I am.""We had our little encounters. Especially where Lisa Klein were concern. But in the end the tru
"I am not looking for trouble sir." Denver holds up his hands."What are you doing here? I told you this is private property."Greg stood beside Denver. His face was furious looking at the gun man. "Who sold this house to you?""What business is it to you?" the man uncork his weapon."This is the owner. Now I am asking again, who sold you the house?" Greg opt for his own attitude."Vincent Saint-Claire. He told me the owner was dead and the house was for sale. I am telling you right now I am not leaving. This is my home now."Denver wordlessly climbed in the back of the taxi. He looked back towards the house that was in reality now a forgotten place."Why didn't you challenged that fool sir?" Greg was puzzled and annoyed."How do I claim a place I don't remember Greg?""We should find something that would trigger your memory." he start his vehicle.Raven slowly follows the man that stay just ahead of her. She keeps looking back the way she just came having the odd notion something was
Denver slowly dropped his legs from the bed. He was fast asleep after he reached the bedroom. The moment his eyes opened he recall the conversation he had with the two people who claimed to be his parents."Why don't I recognize them?" he rub across his face. " I need a shower and a shave." he keeps mumbling to himself.He stood in the middle of the bedroom. This whole style certainly wasn't what he would have chosen for himself. The brief sharp knock on the bedroom door made he turn to just watched as the door slowly being pushed opened."Morning sir." the servant made his presence known."Hello..." he just looked at the man who step inside with a tray."I brought your coffee and the pills." the man placed the tray down on the small table. "Is there anything else you might need?""No. ""Your parents is waiting downstairs when you are ready.""Okay. I am just going to shower.""I will relay the information sir."Denver watch the man closed the bedroom door again. He slowly walked tow
Grace Stevens looked up from her books when she heard the front door bell. She was nearly out of money with the B&B's renovations. She should have opened her doors awhile back. But since Leo Ricardo was staying with her she actively distrust anyone entering."Grace..." she quickly recognised Matt's voice. She closed the books getting up from behind her desk. She appeared in the reception area. "Hello...this is a surprise.""Can we talk a moment?" he looked at the young woman. It was clear she was skittish. She looked back at the man she really didnt trust."Okay. You want to join me for coffee?""That would be nice. Katarina don't move." he warns sternly.Leo watched the girl from the ceiling. He made a hiding place for him there. He noticed she seemed on edge as she keeps scratching her arm. After a long watch he understood she might be cutting her skin."This is lame," she said to herself. Getting onto her feet she start snopping around in the desk and cabinets."Don't do that." Leo
Denver managed to slipped away from the people who watches him like a hawk. Any movement from him has them giving an opinion. He also notice they seemed annoyed that he didn't want to go to the office.As he round the mansion he found a kind of hidden path that seemed to lead under the building. Curiously he follows until he reach a lock door. He stood looking just wondering what to do next."Do I really want to know what's behind the door? It usually means trouble." he just instinctively knows."It's better then to be smothered by those inside." he convinced himself.Daniel and Cathy watched him on the surveillance cameras. "Do you think he would figure out the entrance?" Cathy looked intently waiting rather on edge."I hope so. I wonder what precisely scrambled his memory like that?""We had trusted McAllen too much. ""He was and still is the best in his field. The reality is we still need him." Daniel watched his son. The man here and now is so different then the boy he raised. In