I lean back in the chair and think it over. Even though I don’t remember killing anyone, the idea of taking someone’s life doesn’t seem to trouble me. “I’ll do it. Do you want to come?”
Damian cringes. “I’d rather not. But I’ll draw you a floor plan. You’ll have to go inside Magna through the back entrance since they have metal detectors at the front door.”
“I know.”
His head snaps up. “You remembered something?”
“No. I don’t have any recollection of going there or meeting people, but I do know how the inside looks.”
“That’s bizarre,” he says and starts chewing on the pen he’s holding. “What are we going to do if your memory doesn’t come back?”
“We’ll just keep going as we’ve been doing so far. I don’t think anyone suspects anything.”
“You don’t find that possibility disconcerting?”
