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Chapter Three:
Choppers were circling Lila's mansion when Jackie took the back entrance. Jackie found Nick washing the floors.
"Hi, Jackie," he said cheerfully. "How's Lila?"
"She still hasn't recovered consciousness," she said.
"I'll sell that to a reporter for five grand," he said.
She lightly punched his arm. "Then we'd both lose our jobs."
"I better hold out for something juicier then."
"Have you ever heard Lila mention a Spencer?" she asked.
"No, why?" he said.
"Nothing," she said and quickly went upstairs.
"You have trust issues," he called up.
Jackie didn't say anything. Aside from her driver, Nick was the only other person who had worked with Lila longer, which was seven years. Who was he?
She went into Lila's bedroom and began to collect things. Kristy had already texted her five times with new items. After collecting most of them, she looked around. There had to be a clue somewhere.
Lila didn't keep private things where maids could find them such as under pillows. It could take days to excavate her closets. She had the password to her computer, but it was mostly full of selfies. Her phone might have something but the detectives took it.
Jackie fell onto Lila's bed tried to put herself in her shoes. Lila's latest film debuted well at the Cannes. She had scored a golden globe nomination a few years ago for an indie film. Two years ago, she starred as a superhero's love interest and the role garnered her more name recognition. At thirty-one, she had a fiancé, a healthy film career, chic product endorsements and everything else anyone could want. So, who was Spencer?
She sat up and noticed she was staring directly at a book shelf. It had her Julliard year books on it. Jackie picked one up and flipped through it. Lots of signatures but nothing about a Spencer. She picked up a second one and something fell out. It was an envelope.
The return address was for a Spencer Reid in Washington DC. She carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the note:
6/16/06
Dear Lila,
I have treasured our time together. Exchanging these letters has been a pleasure above anything I have ever experienced. Thank you for making me feel like a very special person in your life. I wish you all the happiness in the world.
There are no hard feelings. Just know that I'll always be thinking of you. Thank you for everything.
Sincerely,
Spencer
What was Lila doing with a post-breakup letter where she could easily pick it up from over ten years ago?
Jackie heard her phone. It was Kristy demanding where she was. She quickly put the envelope and letter where she thought she found it. Before leaving she glanced around. There was truly more to Lila than met the eye.
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Jackie spent the rest of the night arranging Lila's room. There was lots arguing back and forth between Kristy and the doctors about what could be hung where. She mutely did as instructed from both. Sean tried to stay out of the way. In the end Kristy left with a huff after kissing Lila on the cheek.
Sean then got up. "I was told I should go home and get some rest since her condition doesn't look like it is going to change any time soon."
"Okay," she said as she sat down.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"Just wait a little while," she said with a shrug.
"Okay, see you around then," he said awkwardly.
"Bye," she said with a little wave.
"Bye," he said and left.
Jackie quickly opened her phone and accessed the hospital Wi-Fi. She Googled his full name.
Spencer Reid was an FBI agent recently cleared of murder. Those were the most recent headlines. She tried adding Lila's name. Thirty seconds later, she saw it: Spencer Reid, while not directly identified, was the agent who saved Lila's life. The picture proved it.
Jackie looked to her.
"What is the full story, Lila?"