"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
Leo Ricardo carefully looked from his hidden spot. He found Katarina Dark very curious. Since he destroyed the tracker in her arm he noticed she was actively searching for him. He made a point of avoiding anything or anyone strange."Why are you hiding?" she called while looking in the office. "I can feel you watching me.""Who are you talking too?" Grace makes her appearance from one of the bedrooms."Where is that boy?""Who?" Grace placed the cutlery on the counter top."The boy who burned my skin. Why is he hiding?" Katarina asked forthright."He left. He comes and goes. At least by thankful. I noticed you no longer scratch your arm.""How did he know?""How should I know." Grace start to clean the cutlery. "Do you mind helping?""Why should I?" Katarina asked rudely. She crossed her arms over her chest.Grace just looked at her before taking everything going to the kitchen. She left the girl where she was. Leo feeling resentful for her behavior carefully moved towards the back.
"Eliza what do you really want me to know," Cathy was impatient and worried that they don't have an eye on Denver. She truly don't trust him. She learned he can be very slippery."I know where your daughter really is." "Enough with this sick game you tries so desperately to play." Daniel snapped."I am not. I have her lock in my car outside.""What do you mean?" Daniel quickly left the computerized room rushing outside."Where are you going?" Denver follows him."Stay where you are Danny. That's an order." Daniel yelled over his shoulder rushing to the vehicle. The open back door worries him. He quickly looked inside before he cursed."Danny; where was you?" Cathy and Eliza suddenly stood behind him. He didn't really looked at them as he watched his angry father coming back. "What or who ever was supposed to be in that vehicle is gone." he observes."What do you mean?" Eliza rushed to the front door. She tried walking past Daniel. Instead he grabbed her by the neck forcing her body a