Smith updated Hank with what had transpired over the last thirty-six hours and what little they knew about the details.
“We were heading downtown,” Wynn said, “to ask some of the locals if Smith had been there last night, since he can’t remember anything from the blackout. Plus, when we looked at the picture again after his blackout, the Vertigo was missing.”
“Blackout, huh? You gotta lay off the sauce, love.”
Smith and Wynn exchanged a glance, and Smith decided not to elaborate on the blackouts just yet. Not discussing them was the easiest way for him to pretend they didn’t exist or to pretend they weren’t getting worse.
“Let me get this straight,” Hank continued after the silence in the room became uncomfortable. “I’m looking at a postcard, but, when you guys look at it, you see a pi
