Harvey's brow tightened. "If you're going to accuse me, you could at least get your facts straight. On that night, feral beasts were tearing through the outskirts. I wasn't even in the city."
Fiona studied him without giving anything away. Not a flicker of deceit crossed his face.
Whether he was telling the truth or not, she would verify it once they got back.
She had no intention of pressing him now. If Harvey really was the killer, pushing any harder would only put him on guard.
Fiona would rather let the murderer believe she knew nothing, that she had no memory of her own death, no suspicion at all. People slipped up much faster when they thought they were safe.
Feigning exhaustion, Fiona let out a yawn and buried her face into Jose's chest. "Dress me."
Jose looked down at her. Th
