Chloe pressed the button and again, they had to wait. Megan felt the baby kick and she gently caressed her belly. The elevator finally arrived, the doors opened and they all stepped inside. Chloe pressed the button for the third floor, the doors closed, and they were finally on their way.
Megan was the first one off the elevator when the doors opened to the third floor. She took off quickly as she could with Lisa and Chloe not far behind. When they got to the room they saw the police officer on guard. He saw them coming, recognized Lisa, and stepped aside. Megan drew a deep breath, exhaled slowly and walked into the room with Lisa and Chloe.
The only sound in the room was the man’s snoring as he slept. Megan walked over, bent down, and brushed his cheek with a kiss. He awoke somewhat startled. There were three women standing in the room. Their faces were sad, yet unrecognized. This couldn’t be good he thought.
The woman standing beside him with the black hair looked really pretty in her purple maternity blouse and black slacks. The others, the red head and brunette were dressed more casually in jeans and sweatshirts.
“And who are all of you?” He asked as he looked at each one in turn.
“Lisa Roberts,” the red head was the first to start. “We went to high school together. Now we sometimes work together on cases.”
“Right,” he nodded. “I’m a private investigator.”
“I’m Chloe,” Chloe took her turn. “Chloe Hawkins, your daughter. I’m also a private investigator too.”
“And that would make you…” Andrew looked at Megan.
“Your wife,” Megan finished his sentence. “And we’re going to have a baby.”
“I see that,” he said. He looked from one to another. “This is a bit overwhelming and I’m sorry, but I just don’t recognize any of you.”
“But D…” Chloe abruptly stopped, rethought her next words, and said, “We’re here to help you, not here to force anything on you.”
“Chloe is right,” Lisa agreed. “We’re here to help, because we love you very much.”
“I can see that,” he answered, his voice sounded sad. “It’s just that I don’t know you.”
Megan touched his hand, he drew it back. “You feel nothing.” Her eyes welled up with tears.
“I’m sorry,” he turned away from her. Megan left the room bawling. Chloe left to go after her. Lisa remained behind.
Lisa approached and sat on the bed. He didn’t move, which was a good sign.
“What would you like to know?”
“Who am I really?”
“You are Andrew Knight, a private investigator. You are adept in martial arts; know several languages, and your investigative skills are unrivaled. That is what you do, not who you are.”
“Go on.”
“You are a husband, father, friend, and are loved by all those around you. You are kind, loving, caring, and would do anything for anyone, at any time.”
“Sounds like an obituary.” He commented. “This is all good and such, but it still doesn’t help me.”
“The Andrew Knight we all know is in that head of yours. You just have to find him.”
Lisa got up, smiled a little, and left him alone.
Chloe finally found Megan. She was in one of the family waiting rooms staring out the big picture window. Chloe joined her on the floral sofa. Megan grabbed another tissue.
“What we do for a living is not necessarily who we are,” Megan shared her thoughts. “I believe they are our workself and our homeself.”
“True, but sometimes they overlap, influence us, and guide us in what we do whether at work or at home,” Chloe added. “My dad just can’t stop being a detective one minute and a husband the next. That’s who he is.”
Megan stood up and walked back over to the window. Chloe stayed on the sofa and did not follow.
“Andrew is my husband, my lover, my best friend. But I don’t know how much more I can take of what he does. It’s too much of a strain for me to deal with right now.”
“All I know is that the Andrew Knight we all love and care for is buried some where in the mind of the man in that room. We have to wait and see if that man rises from the ashes, or if it will be someone new.”
Chloe finally joined Megan over by the window. The subdued colors of the winter sun stretched their way across the azure skies. The day was near an end; a new one was waiting to be born.
Chapter 6
Roxanne sang along with the music from the MP3 player as she rode to her bookstore. Riding her bike was Roxanne’s way of going green and protesting the high gas prices, plus it was a beautiful scenic ride on the trail along the lake and through downtown Bayport. The song finished just as Roxanne turned into the lot behind her store. She parked and locked her bike in the bike rack and grabbed her backpack. Roxanne took her keys out and unlocked the door going inside. She closed the door behind her.
Roxanne set down her stuff behind the counter and went about turning on the lights and making some fresh coffee for her customers. She straightened the tables and chairs and then walked through the book racks. Roxanne straightened all of the books that were messed up or out of order. Roxanne would from time to time still bury her nose in a book, taking in a deep whiff of its pages.
Roxanne checked to see if the coffee was done; it was. She poured herself a cup. It was a special aromatic blend called ‘Jamaica Me Happy’ that she’d bought from the Red Bank Cafe. The coffee tasted good and warmed her up nicely. So Roxanne scooped up the morning paper one hand and with a cup of coffee in the other, she sat down on one of the comfortable sofas by the front windows. Roxanne started to read the newspaper when the door bell announced an interruption to her quiet time.
Chloe entered the quaint little book store. As she stood in the doorway, Chloe saw a woman, about her age. Her corn silk colored hair and dark brown eyes flattered a face that was well defined, with strong cheekbones and a slender, button-like nose. She wore a pair of chocolate slacks and a floral pheasant top.
Roxanne got up from the couch when she saw a woman about her age. Her coal colored hair was cut in a very flattering way, and her eyes were dark brown. She wore a burgundy pant suit.
“I’m not open yet,” Roxanne announced.
“I need your help,” Chloe announced back.
“You need my help?” Roxanne repeated.
“Andrew Knight is my dad,” Chloe further explained. “I read about the case you worked.”
“You’re Andrew Knight’s daughter?” Roxanne was puzzled. She walked over and asked, “May I hold your hands.”
“Hold my hands?” Chloe made a strange face.
“I would just like to do a reading,” Roxanne smiled. “Um, sure,” Chloe stretched out her hands.
Roxanne took Chloe’s hands in hers. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, and cleared her mind. Roxanne saw a myriad of images flash before her mind’s eye.
“I see a large building surrounded by woods. There is a woman giving birth, but she has her eyes closed,” Roxanne said.
“I was born at Evergreen Sanitarium,” Chloe answered. “My mom was in a coma.”
“I also see a battle, a civil war battle,” Roxanne continued.
“My dad’s last case involved civil war reenactors that were being murdered,” Chloe said. She was distracted by the wonderful smelling coffee.
“I see you and your father standing before a grave. He is tracing the name with his finger tip,” Roxanne finally opened her eyes. “There was someone watching the both of you. I couldn’t see them clearly. The anger they felt shrouded their identity from me.”
“We will get back to that later,” Chloe quickly shrugged it off. “I came here for your help on a case that my dad started working on.”
“Please forgive my lack of manners,” Roxanne apologized. “Would you like some coffee or perhaps tea?”
“That coffee smells wonderful,” Chloe said.
“Would you like a cup?” Roxanne asked.
“Yes, please.”
“I’ll be right back,” Roxanne said. “Please sit.”