“What’s going on with you?” Quinten asked, wondering if his brother lied to him.
He used to be able to tell when Alex lied because he’d avoid looking at him, and he’d twitch, which he did now.
“Nothing,” Alex replied and laughed. “Seriously, I’m okay. But I do need to talk to you about Saige.”
“Five minutes,” the guard informed them.
Quinten nodded to acknowledge that he’d heard.
“What about Saige?” Quinten asked.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea that she comes here.” Alex waved his arms around. “Are you sure you want her to see you in this place?”
He closed his eyes because he wanted to be selfish and say yes.
“I don’t think it would do her any good coming here. This place takes it out of you. I wouldn’t want any girl I cared about seeing me in this place.”
Quinten’s anger rose as he listened to his brother. At least Alex could leave when he wanted. There was only one way Quinten was leaving.
“I don’t even know if she wants to come and visit me,” he said, his anger leaking out.
“Robinson agreed to bring her. He’ll be able to get her in, but I want you to refuse.”
“Why?”
“She’s too damn sweet to be in this place,” Alex admitted.
“If she wants to come then...I look forward to seeing her.” Quinten stood and shuffled toward the guard.
He refused to look back at his brother. He was angry and wondered what the fuck was going on between Alex and Saige.
* * *
3:00pm
* * *
“Well…well…well, if it isn’t the whore...”
Saige dropped to the grass on her hands and knees as the pain echoed in her head and she wondered what the hell that memory had been about. Someone with long dark hair had taunted her with those words...was it Jocelyn?
She had no memory of ever talking to the woman. Saige had felt a shiver of fear slide down her spine at the taunt that had been delivered by a very angry woman.
“Saige?”
She heard the voice but it sounded like it came at her from faraway.
“You’ll never have him.”
Rapidly blinking, Saige tried to shake more of the memory free as hands grabbed her arms and helped her sit on the grass.
“Saige, look at me.”
Her eyes moved and met those of Detective Coulter Robinson.
“What happened?”
She raised a shaky hand to her forehead but, feeling weak, gave up and let her hand drop to her lap. She rested her forehead against her raised knees. “A sudden vision of a dark haired woman”—Saige swallowed, not wanting to admit who she thought it was and held Coulter’s gaze—“was before my eyes.” She sighed. “She said, ‘You’ll never have him’...I’m presuming that she meant Quinten? Could it have been Jocelyn? I didn’t see her properly, more like a fuzzy image.”