Phoebe chuckled. “I know you only have a week’s worth of experience to go upon, but you don’t have to rush into decisions, Ian Page. We are talking about a potentially life changing experience. These people after you could be far more deadly than you suspect. They could have given up on any urge to capture you.”
“I need answers. And I can’t crack their files despite clearly being good with computers, even if I can't remember why or how. So you’re right that this is how I find my answers. I don’t think I have any other path.”
“Have you considered that the answers you seek may not be the answers you want? What if you are not the person you think you were? What if you were someone far worse than you are now?”
“I—if that is what happens, then I will face it when it comes. But if I’ve learned anything in the last week, it is that I cannot let my fear force me down my path. I need answers and I cannot let any worry about what I might find out stop me from going after them.”
“Alright then. When we return to Alli’s shop, we should figure out a plan.”
Ian nodded. “What about Rosa? Should we find her first?”
“I’m sure she will be fine with her new boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? You think her and the cop are an item?”
“She clearly has affection for him. I suspect they are intimate, though whether you wish to define that as love or lust is up to you.”
“Do you ever give a clear answer?”
She smirked. “After living as long as I have, one gets used to not just jumping to one simple answer. I’m used to having time to make decisions.”
“I hadn’t thought about it that way,” Ian said. “I told you I’m not used to this immortality thing.”
Phoebe slung an arm around him and gave him a playful squeeze. “I promise you this, once you get used to it, you lose half the fun. Come on, Ian. Let’s enjoy the rest of the day. And tonight we start to solve the mystery of your missing life!”
Ian laughed with her as they continued down the pier.
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