THIRTY-ONE
“Take me back to the blackout that night,” Mac said. “Tell me the last thing you remember before waking up.”
Frank replayed the evening in his mind for the umpteenth time, but still drew a blank. “I remember coming back to my office from Hargrove’s. I remember walking in and sitting at my desk. That’s all.”
“Can you remember doing anything at your desk? Did you pull out a file and look at it? Or did you work on going to Beaumont?”
“I can’t remember.”
“When you first woke up, tell me what you remember.”
“My head was on my desk. I remember waking up, then sitting up. That’s when I realized I was holding my knife in my hand. I don’t remember anything else other than that I had a headache. A pounding headache.”
“What did you do?”
“I put the knife on my desk, then I stood up.
