Back in Bohannon’s pickup truck heading north to Portland, the detective glanced over to the passenger seat and said, “So what was your hurry to get out of there after the memory trick?”
“Hurry? What do you mean?” Mara evaded but was too tired to pull off being casual.
“Come on. You’re not a very good liar. You didn’t even ask Stella if she recognized the girl, and that’s because you did. Who is she?”
Mara paused for a moment and then sighed, deflated. “I’ve got this friend Abby who—”
“She’s the one who followed you down to Pioneer Courthouse Square the day we met the Proctors, right?”
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t realize you were aware of that. Anyway Abby got caught up in the whole mess that night we had the showdown with Prado when the shedding victims, the zombies, converged on the sho
