Yesterday (The Bridge Book 1)

by Jill Cooper

  I almost forgot why I came. Luckily, my duffle bag isn’t that far. I’m able to reach it and grab the time travel suppressor I need. It's small, like a metal patch, and I fix it on the back of her neck, right beneath her port. My fingerprint is its master. She won’t be able to get it off unless I remove it for her.

  But now, I need to move her. I need to take her somewhere that Cameron won’t find her.

  A car turns the corner and its headlights blind me. Squinting, I raise my arm to shield my eyes. With a squeal of breaks, someone exits the car. “Get her inside.”

  Another Lara is here; she grabs Cassidy’s ankles and helps me lift her. I notice that the other Lara is dressed just as I am. We slide Cassidy into the back of Donovan’s car. We slam the doors shut and get in the front. I really wish I was driving, but I don’t want to argue with myself.

  “How did…”

  “I’m you. You’re me. Let’s not think about it too much.” Lara backs out of the alley and I wonder where we’re going. What we’re doing. “I have somewhere we can take her. Don’t worry.”

  “We do? I mean, you?” I almost laugh, but then I squeeze my temple as a rush of pain fills my brain. It’s so bad even my legs squeeze tightly together.

  A memory flashes in my vision. I’m standing in Delilah Chase’s office again. She’s ushering me out the door. “Just one more thing,” I smile as I say, “I need somewhere safe to take my niece. Somewhere Cameron won’t think to look.”

  Delilah thinks for a moment and then gasps. “Ahh, I have just the place. It isn’t even in the city. Some office space I haven’t gotten rid of in Somerville.”

  Somerville. Perfect.

  I don’t know when I went back and talked to Delilah, but maybe it doesn’t matter. “Somerville,” I say as I glance over at the other Lara.

  She only smirks and grips the steering wheel.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The drive to Somerville takes us twenty minutes in the middle of the night. We spend the trip chatting up a storm. By the time we enter the city, other Lara and I are both starving. “Where does Donovan think you are?”

  “I left one of us with him. He can’t realize what’s going on. He has to get on that plane tomorrow with his dad. We can’t have things deviate too much from what happens in the future.”

  That information takes a while to sink in. “How many of us are there? Three?”

  Lara smirks. “For now. We need one to go through the motions. Live our life. Check on Dad. Go to school.” She makes a face and then I make a face.

  That other Lara really seems to get the short end of the stick.

  “Can we all come back together and merge as one?’

  “When this is over, I hope so. It’s going to be one hell of a headache.”

  That was almost worth saying again.

  We park the car in an underground garage. Luckily, there’s no security around. Together we lift Cassidy and get her into the elevator. By the time we get to Delilah’s office, Cassidy is moaning as if she’s going to wake up.

  “Quick,” I whisper as other Lara unlocks the door and we head into a diminutive office lobby. Off to the right is a smaller office with a glass window. Inside I can see a foam mattress and a stash of granola bars that would make Quaker envious. As we lay Cassidy down on the mattress, I give the other Lara a look.

  “I did this, so you can stop looking at me like that.” Once we’re outside again, she closes the door and locks it up tightly. “Also, I reinforced the window. It’s unbreakable from the inside. She’s safe and secure.”

  “All this time travel and the TTPA is going to catch us.”

  She shrugs as if it isn’t a big deal. How can it not be a big deal? “You deemed it worth the risk. There are three of us now. That means even if one of us gets caught…”

  Was I always like this? So pigheaded?

  I sigh. “But if the other Lara gets caught, Donovan and the family will find out. If they find out, Cameron finds out.”

  Other Lara nods. “That won’t happen. I’ll sacrifice myself first.” She hands me the keys to Cassidy’s prison. “Stay here. Get her on our side. I’m going to return the car so Don never knows.”

  “And then?”

  “Then I’m going to merge back into you…or the other you, maybe. I think I like her better.” Other Lara smirks at me as she heads out of the office and I’m left dumbfounded.

  Wow, what a smart ass.

  ****

  Cassidy still flits in and out of sleep. I watch her still body from the window and worry. She never had any seizures in the future that I know about. So, what had Cameron done to her? With a sigh, I crossed my arms and walked through the lobby area. I make sure the front door is locked. I draw the blinds down tightly on the windows, so no one can see in.

  The sun is beginning to rise. A new day is starting, and out there is another version of me, living my life. Two Lara’s, with two different missions, but we both want the same thing. A future where we can live our lives in peace and one in which both Dad and Delilah are alive. I am just beginning to wonder if I can secure that future for me.

  Or am I securing it for someone else?

  Scary thoughts. Big thoughts and it makes my stomach uneasy. Other Lara spoke of sacrifice, but what if I am the one who needs to sacrifice everything? Did it matter which version of Lara Montgomery is allowed to survive? Because I kind of think it does matter and I really, really want it to be me.

  But if I fade, will my consciousness continue on in the other? As if my individual choices don’t matter?

  Big questions for another day. From inside the small, corner office comes some knocking.

  Cassidy’s awake.

  Chapter Twenty- Four

  Cassidy

  I don’t know where I am or how I got here.

  Everything looks different from last time. There’s a blue mattress on the ground. I’m kneeling on it and I can feel it. Really feel it. It’s soft to the touch like its real, but nothing is real in the cage.

  Nothing.

  Except, this doesn’t look like the cage. It looks so normal as if it’s a regular room. There’s a pile of granola bars on the ground and I’m so hungry. My stomach is growling and my mouth is as dry as sand, but Mr. Kincade… He hasn’t told me I can eat yet. He hasn’t told me what to do. This is all new. Scary.

  What to do, what to do?

  Hungry. Do I give in?

  My head hurts so bad, I am blinded by the pain. Why does it hurt so badly?

  I crawl along the ground and feel along the wall. When I came to a door, I gingerly press on it, but it won’t budge. I’m locked in. Why should I be surprised?

  I knock softly on the door. “Hello?” My voice is hoarse as I call out. Hello…hello…can someone help me, please? “Cameron?”

  Mr. Kincaid, where was he?

  I cringe as a memory of what must have happened fills my mind. I saw her menacing, scowling face. The one I am supposed to stop. The one who wants to kill me.

  Crane.

  She has a taser in her hand. A taser and she hurts me. She hurts me badly. What if she has me? What if somehow she managed to capture me? Mr. Kincaid will be so angry if I let that happen before I follow through with our plan to kill John. Hurt Lara before she hurts me. I don’t know why she cares so much.

  Why can’t she just leave me alone?

  The door unlocks and I scoot back to the mattress like a crab. A darkened silhouette enters the room. I can’t breathe as I make out her face in the dark. It’s Crane. She’s here and she holds a…paper cup?

  My teeth chatter together as she crouches down beside me. She’s far enough away that I can’t touch her. “Get away from me,” I order her, the fear rising like acid in my mouth. “Let me go, Crane!”

  “I thought you might be thirsty. You had a big ordeal tonight.” She offers me the paper cup, but I won’t touch it. I won’t. Anything she offers me is poison. I remember the things she has done to me. I remember how she
hurt me.

  “Okay then.” Crane puts the cup down on the floor beside me. “You might change your mind later, right?”

  “I won’t take anything from you.” I turn my head and duck it low, onto my shoulder so she won’t see how my lip quivers. Crane can’t see my fear. If she does, I know she’ll hurt me. I know she’ll torture me, as she’s done before.

  Cameron saved me from her. He did. I know he did, but even he terrified me. Even he…I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I don’t…

  Crane tries to stroke my hair and I jerk my head away from her. “Don’t touch me.” My teeth clench tightly and I fight off a hot wave of tears.

  Her hand drops to her side and that surprises me. “I’ll try again later then, maybe. If you’re hungry, you should try eating something.”

  “I won’t eat anything. I’ll die in here first. And then you’ll be sorry.” I laugh as I roll my head back against the wall. “You’ll be sorry because he’ll come for me. He’ll make you bleed for doing this to me!”

  Crane walks away, but she stops at the door. “You know, Cass, he kept me in a cage once, too. I know how confused you are. I know what you’re feeling.”

  My face twists and I can’t stop screaming at her. “Liar! Liar!”

  She leaves me, the door slamming shut behind her. I wrap my hands around my ears and I rock back and forth. Lara Crane was a liar. She can’t be trusted.

  Liar, liar, pants on fire.

  So why am I crying? Why is my heart breaking?

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Lara

  Cassidy has been far more damaged by Cameron than I even suspected. Maybe even more than I had feared. The strong, independent woman I once knew no longer exists. The fearless assassin who killed Delilah and my father is nothing more than a façade. Really, she is a broken, destroyed woman.

  I need her help to stop Cameron, but I didn’t know if I could get to Cassidy; really reach her, before time runs out. Either the TTPA would catch on to what I am up to, or Cameron will realize she is missing.

  If I am going to do anything, I have to do it soon. Real soon, but I don’t want to reach Cassidy with pain and fear. I want to reach her with compassion and love. Real love, not the kind that Cameron is filling her head with. Watching her through the window, her distress is palatable. She rocks back and forth. Changing positions every few seconds.

  With no time to waste, I go back to see her, bringing a stack of magazines under one arm and a brown bag lunch. As soon as I enter, Cassidy backs up against the wall. She hugs her knees into her chest as I draw closer.

  “Brought you something to eat and something to read.” I place them beside her, but I try not to get too close. I saw how she flinched when I nearly touched her hair earlier. There’s no reason for me to upset her too much, especially if she always expects violence from those around her.

  Cassidy glances at it. “I can’t travel in time anymore. When I try it hurts.”

  “I couldn’t have you going back and trying again. I want to talk to you. Spend some time with you.” At the foot of the mattress, I crouch down to make eye contact, but it’s a struggle. She doesn’t look at the same spot for long. “Why? Because you want to hurt me again?”

  “Cass, I’ve never hurt you before. I know you think I did—.”

  “So, I don’t know my own mind. Now?” Cassidy shakes her head and rests it on her arms. “Just go away! Go away. I don’t want your magazines or your food.”

  “Mind if I leave it here anyway? I got one of your favorites. Turkey with cranberry mayo.”

  Cassidy flinches and lifts her head. “How’d you know that? I’ve never told you anything. I wouldn’t.”

  “You told me once.”

  Cassidy shakes her head.

  “It was a long time ago for me, but for you, it never happened. And won’t, but we sat in a rowboat. As friends. You helped me fix a problem and we spent a long night in the wilderness.” I laugh. “Cold and hungry, you told me about all your favorite foods and I told you about my mom’s turkey chili. It’s the only thing she can make.”

  Cassidy’s jaw grinds side to side. “We were never friends.”

  “Because you hate me?”

  “Because you hate me.” She rests her head back down on her arms and I’m afraid of pushing her too far. So, I leave. I don’t want to push her so far that I can never get her back.

  But she doesn’t touch her sandwich. Not for the longest time, but by the time dinner rolls around, I hear the crinkle of the paper bag. A smile unfolds on my face, but I don’t go in to gloat or talk. I just sit in the quiet and through the plaster wall, I listen to the pages of the magazines flip.

  It’s six o’clock. Another night is about to fall and I wonder what I’m up to. What is the other Lara doing that I should be doing? Is she sitting in her bed talking to Donovan on the phone? Wishing him a good night while secretly wondering what it is I’m doing.

  And what will we do when this is all over? If I manage to fix everything, will I forget everything that Donovan did to get us to this point? Was I blameless?

  I didn’t know the answers to any of my questions. The only thing I can do is focus on what is coming and deal with it, one thing at a time.

  ****

  Close to eight o’clock p.m., I bring Cassidy a mug of hot chocolate. It seems friendlier than coffee somehow. I place it on the floor beside her, and she refuses to acknowledge me. Maybe she needs more time to talk. I’m restless and disappointed as I make my way to the door, but her voice rings out.

  “What did you mean when you said you were in a cage once?”

  My hand against the door, I stop in my tracks. “A few years ago, I was kidnapped and put in a cage for my time travel abilities.” I sit on the edge of the mattress in front of her. Carefully, I watch her as I cross my legs. She is on guard but doesn’t flinch. “They plugged me into this virtual world. I was confused. Everything blurred together. The virtual world was more real to me.”

  I haven’t said this aloud in a long time. As I say it, my shoulders round and all the pain of it hits me again.

  “I lost my loved ones over and over again. He tried to break me. He almost did, but I got away.”

  Cassidy leans forward. “Who? Who did that to you?”

  “Rex Montgomery, but you know him by a different name. Cameron Kincaid.”

  My words sink in and Cassidy snaps back. “Cameron Kincaid is Rex Montgomery? I’m…my grandmother’s a Montgomery. Or, she was. What you’re saying—.”

  “I know I’ve made you angry. That’s okay. Just, do me a favor.” I grab her hand and she yanks it back, but I hold on tight. “Just trust me for one second, all right? Please.” I slide her fingers under my hair so she can touch the port on the back of my neck. She does.

  And it’s as if she touches fire. She jerks away and her eyes widen. “It’s just like…mine.”

  I nod.

  “But he wouldn’t…he wouldn’t do that to me. He…he wants to help me. Save me. He loves me.”

  “He’s using you.”

  “You’re a liar!” Cassidy snarls at me and crawls away to the corner of the room. She huddles there and refuses to look at me. “You’re the manipulator. He told me you would do this. You’d try to confuse me!”

  I won’t get any more out of her that night. “I know it’s hard to hear and I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Cass, because we’re family. I’m a Montgomery too. Your grandmother is my sister.”

  “Impossible.” She mutters under her breath. “It’s impossible.”

  Nothing’s impossible when you’re a Crane—or a Montgomery. Cassidy will learn. She will. I have confidence I can reach her, save her, but will it be in time?

  That I’m not so sure about.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Cassidy

  Lara is nothing like I remembered.

  My memories of Lara are different. I can see her face, the snarl and the evil glint in her eyes. She’s tried to kill me, more than once.


  But this Lara is kind. She reaches out to me when we talk. She even knows my favorite sandwich. I’m not sure what to make of her or what her game is. But I know it has to be something. Cameron wouldn’t lie to me after all this time, after everything we’ve been through.

  Still, my stomach is uneasy. For now, I’m Lara’s prisoner, unless I can find a way out of here. But part of me doesn’t want to. I want to discover what she is trying to tell me, and see the things she is trying to show me.

  But how can I trust the things she says? All I know is, we have matching ports on the back of our heads. If what she’s saying is true, and Cameron altered her, isn’t it possible that maybe he had altered me?

  ****

  Through the night, I sleep, off and on; I can’t keep my mind off one simple thing. Lara. My mind spins and swirls in circles, but there are no clear answers. When I finally drift off to sleep, I dream of where I first met her.

  I’m back in the cage and Lara is staring at me with that evil face she makes. In a way that she only does when she’s ready to hurt me. She bangs the electrical batons together. Those shooting electrical pulses, setting off the warm charge I can smell.

  There is nothing I can do to get away from her. I’m strapped down on the floor. It's cold and my feet are secured together with thick leather straps. There's nothing I can do to get away. All I can do is cringe and await the pain that is sure to come.

  "Please, no. Don’t hurt me again." I shudder as Lara takes a step forward. She crouches down with one knee on the ground.

  “This is for your own good, dear Cassidy." Lara strikes my with her electrical baton and then another but this time, she holds it, twisting it against me. Increasing the pain.

  My insides shudder, everything inside me shakes. I can't stand the pain. It’s so bad, I let out a scream.