Page 71 of Fourth Point Of Contact

When the officer returned,I waved him over. Piper was currently in the corner having a mini meltdown, so this was my chance to fix things.

“I’d like to speak to you in private. There are a few things we need to clear up.”

The officer glanced at Piper, then back to me. “Sure.”

He unlocked the door and handed me my crutches, then led me down the hall to the so-called interrogation room. I took a seat and rested the crutches against the table as I waited for him to join me.

“So, what is it you need to clear up?”

“You know we’re in security.”

“That’s what your ID says.”

“The thing is, we’re sort of transporting someone…that we need to keep under cover.”

“That’s not what your teammate said.”

“It’s being kept hush-hush, but based on what she just said, it’s clear we can’t keep this a secret any longer.”

That had his interest. “Go on.”

“Her name is Deirdre. Deirdre Long.” I narrowed my eyes at him, waiting for him to pick up on the last name. It didn’t take long.

“As in…”

“As in the mayor of New York’s daughter.”

“He doesn’t have a daughter named Deirdre.”

I shook my head sadly. “Not that anyone is aware of, and based on what she just said, I think you can understand why they kept her a secret.”

His eyes widened as they flashed to the door. “You mean…”

“Crazy,” I nodded. “We were transporting her to a mental institution.”

“But you were…” He cleared his throat and leaned in closer. “You were being inappropriate with her.”

I pretended to be ashamed of that. “I never said I was a saint. She’s hot, and she came onto me. I can’t say it was my finest moment, but there you have it.”

“And she isn’t aware of what’s going on?”

“Her reality is somewhat skewed.”

“But all of those things she said?—”

“All made up,” I shook my head. “She concocted the whole story.”

For a moment, he looked like he believed me, but then he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “She seemed awfully sure of the details.”

I burst out laughing at that. “Come on. Do you really believe we were on a stolen plane and then crashed midair?” I leaned forward and whispered, “I have never flown a plane before. What on earth would possess me to get in one and decide I could fly it?”

“Well—”

“And then we jumped out after nearly colliding with another plane?” I snorted in amusement. “Sure. I just somehow madea harness for her while we were crashing and then jumped out with her.”

He nodded, but then cocked his head at me. “You do have a broken leg.”

“That I got in a car accident. I can assure you, I’m not stupid enough to jump in front of a bear.”

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