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Lacey was ferrying a flash drive containing hundreds of photographs from the dig to the museum. A major discovery had been found. A collapsed cellar had been uncovered and, inside it, there were bones. Human bones. It wasn't clear yet how they had come to be there, but there were no indications of intentional burial. The artifacts found with the bodies suggested that people had taken refuge in the cellar and had died there. The pictures were needed at the museum as soon as possible, so that decisions could be made as to what to do with the find. This would become a political issue now.

It was ten after four, and traffic was a nightmare on the freeway. There was no traffic on the off ramp she took, but things were beginning to bottle up and slow down at the end of it. Lacey hated this kind of traffic. It made her nervous. It was obvious she'd be here for a while, because nothing was moving, even though her lane had a green light. She reached for a cigarette. She was about to light it, when there was the screech of tires, the grinding crunch of metal on metal, and her car lurched sideways. The side of her head smacked into the window, and the cigarette flipped from between her lips.

As her head rebounded, she turned unbelieving eyes to see the blue car that had sideswiped her crash into the back of the car in front of hers and flip, impossibly, in a barrel roll that took it into the air to plow into oncoming traffic. She realized, instinctively, that the car had come down the off ramp of the freeway, behind her, going much too fast. She heard sirens, behind her, and looked in the rear view mirror. How had the blue car gotten past the glut of traffic already behind her?

She heard screams, which galvanized her. She tried her door, but it was stuck. She lurched against it, and with a groan, it popped open and she scrambled out. She felt a moment of vertigo and wavered on her feet. Her head throbbed, where it had hit the window.

The scene was a nightmare. The blue car had rolled over two others and was currently lying upside down, half on the sidewalk. People in the cars it had hit were sitting, or leaning, staring around them in shock. She ran to the one closest to her and peered inside. The roof had partially collapsed and glass was lying in tiny shards all around her. It crunched under her shoes as she moved. A man and woman were half lying, where they had leaned toward each other at the last second. They said they were all right.

She darted around that car and saw that others were helping people out of the second car.

A moaning cry came from the blue car that had caused all this.

Lacey ran around to the driver's side and looked in. With the roof partially crushed, it was dark inside. She smelled the pungent odor of gasoline and saw a puddle of the stuff collecting on the sidewalk, near where she was kneeling to look in. She crawled, reaching into the interior with her left hand, trying to see. "Hello?" she called.

"My leg is broken!" came the agonized groan of the man in the car. He was lying on his side, which looked odd, because he was lying on the ceiling of the car. His hand reached for her. "I can't get out!" he moaned. "Help me. You have to help me!"

It was the voice that paralyzed her and bore, like a red-hot ice pick, straight to the center of her brain. It was a voice she would never forget—that she heard in fevered dreams she still had, but wouldn't tell anybody about. His head turned towards her and his brown hair fell aside. The same eyes stared into hers.

"You!" he gasped.

Lacey was frozen. In some dim part of her mind, she realized that her pants leg was getting soaked with gasoline. Another small part of her brain told her she smelled smoke.

Everything rushed back in, to push all thoughts away. She saw his face, twisted, like it was now, hovering over her. For the first time she remembered his elated voice shouting at her, "CUM, SLUT! CUM ON MY PRICK, YOU DISGUSTING WHORE!"

"YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" screamed her rapist, and her eyes cleared.

She leaned backwards, in an automatic desire to make her unresponsive muscles work to get away from him.

"HELP ME, YOU SLUT!" he screamed. His hand clamped around her left wrist, squeezing with maniacal strength.

She realized her cigarette lighter was still gripped in her right hand.

"I'll help you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

She flicked her lighter.

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The place he directed her to was a tiny hole-in-the-wall that she would have never given a second glance. She realized how hungry she was the instant she walked in, through the door Bob held for her, and the odor of wonderful, delicious things hit her like a sledge hammer. "Vinny!" Bob called out to a man, standing at the grill, wearing a white paper hat. Vinny looked over his shoulder, grinned, and held both hands up in the air, a spatula still in one. "You got me, copper," he said....

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 7

Bob had just left the briefing room, coming on shift. He hadn't even buckled his seat belt when the radio squawked to life, telling him of a multiple injury accident, with an explosion involved. Paramedics and the fire department were already on the scene. Three patrols were being dispatched, and all three were still in the parking lot, after the briefing in the squad room. Three engines roared, and three sirens began to wail, as tires screeched. It was impossible to get close to the...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 8

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 9

Sleep came with difficulty for Bob. His mind roiled with the import of what he knew ... or thought he knew. He tried to convince himself that cars caught on fire all the time. There was only circumstantial evidence that the dead man was her rapist at all. Even the fact that there had been no more rapes with that modus operandi didn't prove anything. Like Lacey, no one had come forward to ask where their son, or brother, or father, or husband was. The crispy critter, still unidentified, was...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 10

He took her to the impound lot, answering her questions when he thought he could do so safely, and dodging them or changing the subject when it got close to something he didn't want to talk about. She was appropriately awed by the damage to her car, and only glanced through the box of her possessions. The attendant brought out a bill for storage, and Bob tore it up. "Hey, you can't do that!" said the attendant. "I just did," said Bob. "The lady was in the hospital while it was...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 11

He took her to Santini's. On the way, he told her a car had sideswiped hers, and that she hadn't been injured. While she was trying to help others involved in the accident, an explosion had occurred. He left it simple. "Explosion," she said, her voice far away. "I remember light ... all over ... I was submerged in light." "What else do you remember?" he asked, his voice guarded. "Just that. When you said explosion, it just came to me." When they walked into Santini's, Donna met...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 12

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 13

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 14

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 15

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 16

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 17

Bob heard her gasp as he left the bedroom. His head swiveled and he saw her standing there, bent slightly forward, her arm outstretched, hand turned sideways in a fist at the top of a candle. Her face was so pale it looked almost ghostly. Her mouth opened and an agonized groan was torn from her throat as she dropped the lighter and reeled backwards. Her eyes stared at the tall, pale yellow flame that the lighter had created at the tip of the candle, but her mind saw the same hand,...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 18

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 19

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 21

Roger Schwartz grabbed his briefcase and hurried for the entrance/exit of the new suite of offices the prosecutor's staff was lucky to have just moved into. Lucille, his secretary, called out a cheery "Good luck!" as he sailed by her desk. "Don't need luck!" he yelled back, flashing her a grin. In fact, he believed that. He was one of the up and coming lawyers of a generation that believed skill would make "luck" an archaic term. If that seems a bit rash, perhaps it could be said...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 22

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 23

The next witness called after lunch was probably a poor choice for that particular spot in the lineup, but it hadn't been planned that way. It was the medical examiner who had done the autopsy on Kinneson's remains. Schwartz apologized to the jury for what they were about to hear, and then had the doctor describe the compound fracture in the victim's leg, which would have made it impossible for him to move around on his own. Then there was the testimony of the condition of the lungs, which...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 24

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 25

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 26

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 27

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 28

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 29

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 30

An hour and a half later Judy again chirped, "Let's vote!" Maggie looked around. People looked tired. A lot had been said, but there didn't seem to be any general consensus. Voting would at least be trying to make progress. She passed out ballots. This time, when she separated the pieces of folded paper, there were four in the guilty pile and eight in the not guilty pile. Everyone looked surprised. "My, my," said Maggie, who had changed her vote, but didn't expect anyone else to do...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 31

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked Judge Gunderson. Maggie stood. "We have, your honor." The bailiff took the folded piece of paper from her hand and walked it to the judge. He opened it. He looked at the jury, and then back at the paper. "Was this unanimous?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Maggie. Gunderson handed the paper back to the bailiff, who returned it to Maggie. "The defendant will stand," intoned the judge. Lacey and McDill stood. Lacey looked like she might fall...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 32

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