Free Sudden Recall by Lisa Phillips Page A

little rest. She’d tossed and turned as she remembered gunshots shattering the windows of her bedroom. Thankfully, she had managed to get a couple of hours of sleep.
    Now they were on the road again, and she was glad Parker had waited until they were in the car before he laid out the details of his conversation with Karen. At least she was sitting down when he’d told her the news—though she’d rather he’d let her be somewhere she could pace. She needed room to move.
    Nina was wanted by the CIA.
    Parker laid his hand on hers as if sensing she needed his support. Her other hand gripped the door handle.
    She quickly let go of both and fisted her hands on her thighs. “Does that mean Nina is helping us, or is she working for whoever is after me?”
    Was she wrong about her supposed friend? If Sienna couldn’t trust her gut, then what—or who—could she trust? Even sitting with Parker in his SUV, she still felt completely alone. He was little more than a stranger, but she thought that she could believe in him. How could she be sure?
    Parker shrugged as he drove. “I guess we’ll find out where Nina’s allegiances lie one way or the other.”
    â€œAnd you managed to get an address on my uncle’s ranch? Did you sleep at all?”
    â€œA little.” Now it was after six in the morning and they were in the car by consensus. Who wanted to hang around when she could be getting her memories back?
    She didn’t know whether to get her hopes up that the ranch would provide answers. They were headed there now, hoping it would jog something in her mind. If she cared enough about the ranch to have kept a picture of it, then maybe she’d felt it was secure enough to hide a flash drive there.
    Sienna couldn’t believe her life was in danger over something as small and innocuous as a flash drive. Though whatever information was on it likely wasn’t harmless. Why else would the CIA want it back so badly? Why would one person try to kidnap her, and someone else shoot up her bedroom?
    Lord, help us find it.
    She had no problem handing it over to Karen if that would stop the threats against her. This whole situation was some kind of crazy multipronged attack. If they were working with one another or instead competing for the flash drive, then she needed to watch her back, her front and both sides.
    Sienna pulled her cell phone from her purse and sent Karen a text.
    You’re not my aunt, are you?
    Within seconds the reply came. I’m your handler.
    â€œEveryone’s been lying to me. Karen, making me think she was my aunt. Nina, lying by not telling me I have a best friend. Allowing me to believe there was no one who cared.” She shot Parker a look. “You.”
    â€œWhat about me?” His jaw was set.
    â€œYou tell me . I obviously should’ve known who you were. I picked this place to live, thinking I had some kind of tie to this town. Am I not supposed to conclude that tie was you?”
    Parker lifted his hot cup and took a sip. Trying to decide what to tell her?
    Sienna glanced toward the window. “If you’re going to lie or tell me a half-truth, then don’t bother saying anything. I don’t want to hear it.”
    The highway went south, through farms and tiny towns into northern California. The landscape was all green, trees and fields. Mountains peaked with snow. Beautiful country, but unfamiliar. Like everything else in her life.
    The only thing which resonated with her even vaguely was when she read her Bible. The solace in those pages gave her peace, but she struggled to draw on that now. Did she have enough faith that it would survive this trial? She could only pray she did.
    â€œIf I tell you, how will you know it’s the truth? And what’s the point, anyway? It isn’t like we can go back to that place. I thought we had something and you chose your job instead. That was it. I care about you, but