"A woman," Detective Grant repeated, gazing at Anthony across the length of the mahogany office desk.
A woman, Anthony repeated silently. Since his memory had seen fit to return in a blast yesterday, he'd run the jumble of words and images in his head over and over again. He still didn't have the entire mosaic, but there were a hell of a lot more tiles now.
"That's what Alex said. I can remember that day in my office now as clearly as if it happened ten minutes ago." Anthony shifted in his chair, uncomfortable and somehow anxious. Instead of liberating him, this memory dragged him down in a way he didn't fully understand.
He'd explained very little to Chloe last night. As soon as the memory took hold, he didn't want to talk about it. Why, he couldn't say, but though she pressed him, he
