Seven
I fought to hold in my laugh of disbelief at the fact he’d actually turned up to talk to us. This was the last place he’d ever be caught showing up voluntarily, which made the thought of his memory being wiped all the more terrifying. I tried not to get my hopes up as we walked into the interview room down the hall. Reuben sat there looking stone-faced. His lawyer, a slender man with a hooked nose and short-cropped brown hair, sat beside him. He focused in on me the moment I sat down.
“I want to go on record saying I find it deplorable that the police have been harassing my client.”
“With all due respect, Counselor, we paid your client a visit this morning and all he did was request to speak to us with you present. Which we gladly agreed to,” Jacquie answered coolly before I could
