“We have to talk fast,” Bryn said. “Dewey’s got an important date down south.”
“I can be fast,” Luke said. He leaned forward, his elbows propped on the table as he told his story in terse spurts. Bryn interrupted him just once.
“You had Prudence Knight and you lost her?”
Luke looked annoyed. “I didn’t know I had her until after I lost her, okay? She doesn’t know who she is.” If it weren’t so serious, it would be funny, them all running around with bits of the same whole, all thinking they were in control when they weren’t.
“Well,” Bryn gave him a wry look, “if she was grabbed so she could spill her guts on Shield, this could get interesting, since it doesn’t work. We should probably talk to a specialist, find out if truth drugs could crack her apparent loss of memory. If she really has
