“Or you should be asking the exact time she came into Seattle? Because she didn’t come to work for me, Damien. She got a job here, at La Rosa’s, and I met her…” Varden slipped his hands through his hair, getting up to pace round the room. He could remember the night he had met her at the club. The night he had been drunk as f**k. And how she had stubbornly helped him out, despite him trying to chase her away, out of embarrassment.
“It all tallies. My investigation before, her story…this story.” Damien said. “There is a very big possibility that our Elizabeth Powers, is actually Lexie Davidson.”
Varden didn’t say a word and just went to the coner of the room where a painting hung on the wall, and pushed his hands into his pocket while looking at the painting. It was something definitely
