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you are and what you're doing at my computer.”

Chapter Five
    H ER VISITOR CLOSED DOWN THE COMPUTER WITHOUT EVEN looking, his dark features unruffled. “You must be Annie O'Toole.”
    “You've got thirty seconds left. I have a direct line to my head of security and any calls automatically ring through to the local sheriff.”
    “Good protocol. I like it.”
    The man was tall and broad shouldered, like the football players Annie often worked with, but he met her eyes squarely, with a focused intelligence and lazy good humor Annie didn't expect in a professional athlete who crashed his body for a living.
    He steepled his fingers. “You shouldn't reveal your security details to a stranger, though. What's the point of an alarm system if everyone knows how it works?”
    “Time's up.” Annie reached for the intercom to her head of maintenance, who doubled as her “head of security.” “Reynaldo, I need you in my office. Make it pronto.”
    The stranger raised one eyebrow. “Message received, ma'am. Here's mine. The name's Ishmael Teague. I believe you're expecting me.”
    Annie recalled her strange conversation with the admiral, who had promised someone named Teague would answer all her questions. She crossed her arms uncertainly. “Who sent you?”
    “Admiral Howe.”
    “Why didn't you call?”
    “Orders, ma'am. I was told to get here on the double. I would have been here two hours ago if I hadn't missed theturnoff from the coast road. This place really is the back of beyond.”
    “That's the point. People need to escape from the noise and the rat race sometimes.” Annie continued to watch him warily. “You haven't told me why you're here. I doubt it's for our seaweed wraps.”
    “Consider me your support team. I'll be helping you with Sam and keeping an eye on things.”
    Annie drummed her fingers on the windowsill. “What kind of things?”
    “I've got training as a medic. I'll also help with press, security, and whatever else you need.”
    “Why would the press be involved, Mr. Teague? I thought Sam's stay here was a secret.”
    “Mistakes happen. That's when I do my best work.” He smiled calmly, looking remarkably like Denzel Washington. “And call me Izzy, please.”
    Annie had the sense there was a lot that Ishmael Teague wasn't telling her, but her concern for Sam outweighed any other worries. “What's Sam's condition? I'll need a complete medical report before I can start planning his rehab regimen.”
    Izzy pulled a thick folder from the leather briefcase on her desk. “Everything you need is in here: X-rays, progress notes, surgical evaluations. The man's lucky to be alive, considering the fall he took. He's going to need a lot of work.”
    Annie reached for the folder. “I'll see that he gets it.” She skimmed through Sam's medical chart. A chill set in as she looked through the X-rays.
    Dislocated shoulder.
    Possible nerve damage in the left arm.
    Reconstructive work on the left knee.
    Most of the cartilage, tendons, and muscles in his shoulder had been stretched and separated from connecting tissue. In addition, he had localized trauma to head, chest, and torso. Fortunately, no spinal damage was indicated, but he'd beenrushed into surgery twice in the last ten days. The X-rays were invaluable, showing Annie the exact areas they would need to strengthen. His shoulder was going to take special attention, as was his knee, which would require a stabilizing brace for at least four weeks.
    Her job wasn't going to be easy, but it wouldn't be hopeless either. He'd been incredibly lucky to escape serious internal injuries.
    When Annie came to the neurological evaluation, she stiffened. She scanned the page, stopped, then reread the report.
    She looked at Izzy. “You've seen this?”
    He nodded.
    “But this says—” She struggled with shock. “This says that Sam can't remember.”

Chapter Six
    “I S THAT TRUE ?”
    “It's true.” Her visitor wasn't smiling now. “Amnesia induced by