Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan Page A

missing…at least not by family. Your parents are deceased. They were older when they had you and you had no siblings. They’ve both been dead for a couple of years…um…I’m checking on the details.” With a few more clicks of his keyboard, he brought up a picture of an older couple, smiling, with a young woman standing between them.
    Grace stared at the couple, trying to memorize their faces since recognition did not come. Mom. Dad. At her feet was another dog, possibly a Golden Retriever. It seems as though I liked animals.
    Luke continued, “You also aren’t married and from a quick look at your social media, it seems you are not dating anyone.”
    The Saints were viewing the same information that she was looking at, but their eyes continually moved back to the woman sitting in front of them, carefully peering at the screen. She showed no recognition but stared intently at each picture Luke pulled up. The women began to nervously eye each other.
    “So…” she spoke for the first time since seeing the pictures, “no one was around to report me missing? I…I… had no friends?”
    “Grace, we’re just beginning our investigation,” Blaise said. “There’s going to be a lot of information we need to pull together to find out what happened.”
    She nodded jerkily, a choking sensation climbing into her throat. Blaise and Luke shared a look behind her back.
    Jack, sitting across from Grace, spoke, calling her attention to his kind face. “Ms. Kennedy, we’re going to find out what happened to you. We don’t need to do any more today.”
    “Mr. Bryant—”
    “Jack, please.”
    Breathing deeply, she offered a small smile and said, “I suppose you should call me Grace.” Turning to Blaise, she tried to joke, “It’s better than Miss or Mystery Lady.”
    He felt the shaking of her body next to him and tightened his embrace. “You’re not alone anymore, babe.”
    Luke’s soft gaze fell on her and he said, “I’ve got your address.”
    Jack looked up sharply at Bart and Cam. No words were needed and they grinned at the silent order. Blaise knew the two men would break into her apartment this evening to see what they could find.
    Grace caught the meaningful glances and sat up straighter. Determined to face whatever was happening, she asked, “What are you planning?”
    “A couple of us will go to your apartment tonight to see if there are any clues to your disappearance.”
    “Can’t I go too?” She turned toward Blaise, “I’m dying for some of my clothes. And maybe it would spark my memory.”
    Shaking his head, he disagreed, “Not until it’s been checked out and then secured by the Saints. For all we know there may be evidence there and we want to keep you safe until we know it’s clear.”
    Seeing the reasoning, she agreed. The pervasive fear continued to rear its ugly head, even now in this room full of kind-hearted people… who are fast becoming friends. “What about my employer? What about the TSA?” she asked tentatively.
    “I think we’ve done enough digging for now,” Blaise cautioned. Seeing her about to protest, he added, “We need to get back and check on Gypsy.” Looking at his boss, he added, “Jack will keep us apprised of what is found in your apartment and I promise, as soon as it can be cleared, I’ll take you there myself.”
    Realizing she had gotten all the information she could handle she nodded, strangely relieved someone else was taking charge. It’s been exhausting these past several weeks.
    “Grace, why don’t you come upstairs with me and the girls and we’ll find a few things to tide you over until you can get your own clothes,” Bethany encouraged.
    Jack, smiling at his wife’s ability to know what was needed—both for Grace and for the Saints—winked as she passed him by, her fingers trailing over her husband’s shoulders.
    As the women left the room, Blaise turned to Luke and asked, “Okay, what about the TSA?”
    “It looks like she had