It has to be the PED, I realized, amazed. There are old memories stored on it. I hadn’t even considered the possibility.
It has to be the PED,There are old memories stored on itMy viewpoint swung suddenly, and I found myself looking at two people, the first a man of perhaps thirty-five or forty, with a narrow, pinched face, sharp Roman nose, and close-cropped black hair. He had the pale skin of a man who seldom ventured out in daylight.
The second was a thin, almost emaciated woman. She wore her reddish-brown hair long on the sides and short in front. She had a hard, intense expression, and I took an instant dislike to her. Had anyone asked, I couldn’t have defined why precisely; her face just hit all the wrong notes. Cruel lips, cold eyes, the look of a killer, I thought. A pistol tucke
