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conscious thought.
    Lucky wasn’t sure how long they had been traveling when Greg slowed down. Opening her eyes, she saw a cluster of palms bent sideways in the breeze, their fronds sounding like flags whipping in the wind. A sign nearby read “Hotel Hana Maui.”
    “I’ll bet you’re staying here,” Greg said over his shoulder.
    “Why?” The bungalows facing the tranquil cove and the green expanse of hillside where cattle were grazing could have sold a million rolls of Kodak. But it didn’t look the least bit familiar, nor did the wooden cross on the hill facing the sea. Surely if she’d seen a cross without a church or a graveyard nearby, she would have remembered it.
    “You were driving a car with a rental sticker. Just about the only place to stay around here is this hotel. Do you feel well enough to stop and see if we can find your friends? They might want to fly you directly to Honolulu to see a doctor. The clinic here’s pretty small.”
    “Oh, yes. Let’s find them.” She could stand this miserable headache a bit longer if she could find her friends. Anything was better than not knowing her own name and feeling so alone.
    Greg brought the Harley to a stop, then helped her off. She walked beside him with Dodger at her heels. Dark splotches danced across her field of vision, zooming forward until the tranquil cove disappeared, then retreating until they were nothing more than dark pinpricks. Suddenly the spots were back— larger and darker than before. She reached for Greg’s arm to steady herself.
    “You okay?”
    “Yes,” she managed to answer.
    The open-air lobby was strewn with palm fronds blown in by the storm. A maid was mopping puddles off the slate floor. Nearby a crimson parrot swung on his perch, chanting, “Heavenly Hana, heavenly Hana, heavenly Hana.”
    The woman at the reception desk had an orchid behind one ear, a swath of jet-black hair that hung over one shoulder like a panel of silk, and a warm smile for Greg. “Pehea oe. Some storm, wasn’t it?”
    Pehea oe? Lucky wondered if her brain had scrambled the word. It sounded like a greeting, but she didn’t recognize it.
    “Yeah, a killer storm,” Greg replied. “Any of your guests missing?”
    “Not that I’ve heard. Why?”
    Greg turned to Lucky, and she realized that she was clutching his arm so hard that her nails were biting into his skin. “ She was in an accident out past Lindbergh’s grave.”
    The receptionist looked at her as if she’d been bo rn without the most critical part of her anatomy—her brain. “ What was she doing way out there?”
    The conversation was taking place as if she were a deaf mute. She wanted to speak, but her aching head prevented her. Not only was there a roar in her ears like the rush of the ocean, the room was spinning, the slate floor tilting upward. She needed all her energy just to stand upright and listen.
    “I don’t know why she drove out there. Is she one of your guests?”
    “No.” The woman shook her head. “I’ve never seen her.” The phone rang and the receptionist moved to answer it. Behind the bamboo counter was a matching bamboo-framed mirror that captured Greg’s reflection. She must be getting used to him, Lucky decided. He was beginning to look better, not scary at all.
    She noticed another woman had come up to the counter and was standing next to Greg. The woman was a hard, wild-looking person with frizzy blonde hair and a tiger-print dress. Who would bleach her hair platinum like that?
    Lucky squinted, taking a closer look. She shuddered, her entire body quaking. Couldn’t be. A sob lodged in her throat. She shook Greg’s arm, still staring at the mean, hideous woman in the mirror.
    “That’s not me!” She pointed to her reflection. “I swear, that’s not me!”
    Greg put his hands on her shoulders. She knew she was screaming now, her cries ricocheting through the lobby, but she couldn’t stop. “That’s not me! That’s somebody else! You’ve got to