Lachmann
“Make more random connections based on coincidences until we find what sticks.”
Griffin
The thing I remembered most about Mrs. Lachmann was her voice. She had the voice of a broadcaster, of a classically trained actress. She spoke so clearly and cleanly that it was as if every word were a freshly cut gemstone glittering in moonlight. But it was a quality that only came through when she spoke of her dead son. Even through the tears and choking sobs, her voice still held a clarity that bordered on the supernatural. Her son’s memory deserved no less.
So when I saw Brandon’s name on the screen and the suggestion that he didn’t die when he so clearly had, I was livid. I’d found his body, lost in an abandoned subway tunnel like a forgotten doll. I couldn’t remember the number of nig
