Things were still a little foggy and her brain felt like someone had poured molasses in it, making the gears slow and sticky, but Steph could think again. Some. She wasn"t sure if it was getting better or worse but, for now, she had no choice but to go with it. Noah said they needed to talk to the guy that had come in while they were dressing, so she went to the living room. The last thing she expected was to find a man in a black Tucson Police Department uniform sitting on the couch looking through the photos in the box.
“Dude, have you become a stalker or something?” the man asked without looking up.
“No, those would be why I called you,” Noah said behind her. He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to a chair. “You want to sit in the chair and brush out your hair or do
