But among the things he recognized were other items in clear plastic bags whose presence was a mystery to him—a pair of striped socks he didn’t remember wearing or even owning, a pair of gloves, a hunting knife, one of his white T-shirts which looked crumpled and b****y, a pair of jeans Lilly had purchased for him which he was able to identify from the butterfly patch on the front pocket and which he never wore because of how they sat on his waist, and the size-twelve boots he was certain he’d thrown out behind a plaza after robbing the Wonderland Tree Farm.
The Deputy Police Chief walked around the table. Approaching Gershwin, he said, “Recognize any of this?” His voice had a loudness about it that seemed to require little if any effort, as if his mouth was a stereo speaker. “It’s the st
