Chapter 2
He eyed her coolly across the table that stood between them.
"Tell me why I am here, Lorelei."
"We have to talk."
"You never grow tired of our little cat-and-mouse game, do you?"
She shook her head. "I'm not playing games anymore."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Just listen to me, Patrick. Please."
That earned her a smirk. "So I'm Patrick now. Where has your lover gone, I wonder?"
"Did you know that I've lost a daughter too?"
He raised an eyebrow and gave her an appraising look. Surprisingly enough she seemed to be telling the truth for once.
As he remained silent Lorelei simply went on.
"I was barely twenty. Got pregnant from my abusive boyfriend. He wanted me to get rid of his kid, so I ran away."
"What happened?"
"He found me. Beat me up so hard that I was barely alive when they brought me to the hospital. I cried for two days when the doctors told me I'd miscarried my child."
There was something unfathomable about his gaze now. "I'm sorry."
She made a grimace and stubbornly blinked back her tears.
"I still dream of my daughter sometimes. If she had lived, I would have called her Kayleigh – like the song, you know?"
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"I might help you. I think I owe it to my daughter somehow."
"Do you really expect me to buy anything of the kind?"
"You can tell when people are lying. Am I lying now?"
"Don't think so." He reluctantly admitted. "One can never know for sure though. You're Red John's friend after all."
"Let's say I can even things out between you and John. It'll all be up to you then."
"What if this is just another of your tricks?"
She crossed her arms and leaned back on her chair.
"You'll never know – unless you put some trust in me."