A big sigh of relief escaped her lips the moment she heard the click of the door closing behind the portly nurse who had been there since Jordan had arrived earlier. She had mooned over her every half hour making sure that Clark was not keeping her from resting and that her wounds were not causing her a great deal of pain. How could they when she had been given a dose of painkillers to help with the pain and to help her sleep? Jordan reached for the light a second time but Andy's voice stopped her once again. "Leave it off the next shift nurse will be here in a few minutes to check up on you." "How do you know?" "Jordan I've lived on this island most of my life, believe me I know." "So are you going to tell me why you've been at the police station?" He sighed and began to pace. "They showed up at my house about six o'clock and said that the evidence that was in my closet had my fingerprints on it. When they checked around town to see where the stuff was purchased my name came up on a few credit card bills. One clerk even described me. I'm still a bit confused as to how that happened since every other guy out there has brown hair and hazel eyes, not to mention the fact that I'm tall and athletic. This stuff was purchased on the other side of town where a guy like me never ventures if he wants to keep his pretty neck out of a knife's way." Frowning in concentration she winced from the cut on her brow. "So basically you are telling me that you were set up." She stated a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice. "Jordan I know it sounds a little farfetched but it's the truth." Crossing her arms defiantly she asked "Why should believe you? Why shouldn't I think that you hired someone to kill me for whatever sick reason you might have?" Andy held his breath for a moment. He had not heard all of the details of her kidnapping nor what she might have been told by her abductor.
He cared for her; she was special he had felt it the moment he laid eyes on her but if he made that confession now he was certain that she would only use it later to throw a curve in whatever he said. Instead he decided to stick with facts and hope it was enough for her to accept. "First of all I was at home about the time you were abducted and Mrs. Sparks and Mr. Walker the CEO of Nichols Research can attest to my whereabouts because I was talking on the computer with him." She shook her head in denial. "Just because you were in some chat room with someone that you claim is the CEO for your company does not mean that you were at home they do have laptops with cameras now you know. You could have been anywhere chatting with what's his name." Andy had known this was going to be difficult especially after all Jordan had been through the past fort-eight hours, but she was making it virtually impossible. "Yes, they do but I was using my web camera and so was he. He would have seen that I was not in my office and would have commented on that fact and as I said Mrs. Sparks was there." Jordan interjected again with another line of voiced doubts. "So you were using the telephone on the computer that still doesn't mean that you didn't hire someone else to do you're dirty work for you. As far as Mrs. Sparks is concerned I heard her ask you about something in one of the spare bedrooms you have and I distinctly remember you telling her that it was basically not her concern. She never countered you; just simply took the answer that you gave her and went on her way. How do you explain that?"