honest with each other. And Iâd like to help you, Wynter. Really. No more tricks, I promise. Iâm sorry for being such a jerk. Itâs not who I really am.â
âI donât know if what you did can be fixed, Zac.â
âI sent the pictures to a friend of mine, Amy, another photog. After she sent the e-mail, I called her and asked her to dump the pictures and delete the e-mails. I didnât want this thing to be traced back to me. Thatâs when I found out we werenât even supposed to be here.â
âWhat if she tells Ed?â
He shook his head. âShe wonât. We keep each otherâs secrets.â
âI hope youâre right,â I said. âI wonât leave Sanctuary until I know for certain that young man isnât my brother.â
Zac stared silently at me for a moment. âWynter,â he said finally, âif Ed knows the truth about your past, wouldnât he understand why you need to be here?â
âWhen he hired me, I promised to put the past behind me. Ed made it clear he wasnât looking for someone who was so wrapped up in her own story that she couldnât be trusted to put the interests of the station first. You know Ed.â I lowered my voice. ââThe story comes first. Itâs all about the story.ââ
My attempt at sounding like Ed made Zac smile. âBut you have a real lead. That should make a difference.â
âNo, I donât. Iâve found a boy who looks somewhat like my brother. Thatâs it. I have no reason to believe heâs Ryan. This is probably an exercise in futility. Itâs just . . .â I bit my lip, unwilling to continue.
âThat you have to know.â
I nodded. âI intend to proceed very carefully. Iâm not looking to destroy my career. Nor do I want to cause these nice peopleany trouble. I need to do some digging. Some investigative reporting. Iâve done it before for a story. Now Iâm doing it for myself. If I find out this teenager, this Elijah, isnât Ryan, weâll finish the story, head out of here, and get back to the station. No harm, no foul.â
âBut how long can we remain in Sanctuary before Ed gets suspicious?â
âI donât know. Weâll probably have to take a few quick trips to some of the other towns on our list while weâre here.â I lowered my voice so I wouldnât be overheard. âIâve seen Elijah only once. Somehow Iâve got to get some time with himâor with someone who knows him.â
Zacâs eyes darted toward the closed door to the dining room. âSeems to me Esther would be the best source for your questions. Sheâs lived here forever. Sheâd know when Elijah came to Sanctuary.â
âYouâre right. But Iâve got to be careful. Iâm afraid if I show my hand . . . let anyone know why Iâm really here . . . theyâll kick us out.â
âWhat about calling the police?â
I shook my head. âNot yet. Not until Iâm sure heâs Ryan. You heard Reuben. There are people here who value their anonymity. I donât want to endanger them for no reason.â
Zac forced back a yawn. âSorry. Didnât sleep too well last night.â
âGuilty conscience?â
âYes. And believe it or not, I do have a conscience. Just havenât listened to it much lately. By the way, have you wondered why people are hiding out here? I mean, this town doesnât look like the kind of place where hit men and Mafia bosses would retire.â
âYeah, Iâve thought about it. My guess is the name Sanctuary means something. Maybe some folks are here for their own safety. If Iâve actually found Ryan, I wonder what will happen to this town. The truth could cause a media firestorm. Who would I be putting in danger?â
âI see your point. So whatâs our next move?â
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