CHAPTER 40Ping watched Mara jog into the hallway at the right side of the salon before turning to Sam, who stood over the unmoving body of Curate Tran next to the riser in the center of the room. He stared at her, c*****g his head to align it with the angle of hers on the floor so he could better examine her face. His own expression struck Ping as frustrated.
“What’s wrong?” Ping asked.
“I don’t know,” Sam said. “Something about her is familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Déjà vu?”
“Maybe, but I don’t know any Vietnamese women or girls. I’m not sure I ever have,” he said. “I didn’t get this feeling when she was at Andrea’s house.”
“Perhaps it’s a buried memory from the other Sam you’re sensing,” Ping said. “It must be confusing to coexist like that.”
Sam nodded. “Maybe you’re
