" What do you mean?"He had an odd look, almost pained."Best I can figure is that he was trying to find out about you ... mining her memories for every...hing she knew about you ... and then you came in ... and ... let's just say you went out the window with him in more ways than one." By that you mean?"That pained look returned."She doesn't know you." What?" Every memory of you is gone – died when he did." Nothing?" She knows me, what I am, what we do, but as far as she's concerned, the first. I walked into the bar and looked around. I spotted the guy sitting at a table with a big Hispanic man. I joined them."Chris, first I want to thank you for saving my bacon 16 months ago. That guy came out of nowhere. If you hadn't stopped him, he might've killed me and Sarah," said the man."Now, I remember you. You're that nosy Investigator's husband. Your wife helped to ruin my life. If I had known who or what you guys were doing, I probably wouldn't have stopped him," I snapped.Both of the men. They were in good shape. The hoses under the hood? I didn't trust a single one of them and replaced them all. I bolted a big twelve-volt winch to the frame after I cut a hole in the front bumper with a gas torch. It was my first time using a big torch like that. I damned near cut the radiator in half before I figured out that I had to take the bumper off before I worked on it.Just before I left town I found a hard-shell case for my guitar to take it along. Since I was already in the music store. Push({"serve": {}});“Mr. Williams, thank you for coming;” she cooed with asoft alto voice that immediately put me at ease. “Youcan call me Eve if you’d like; mind if I call you Jim?”“Uh, no…” I stammered.She paused for a moment, quickly scanning her clipboardand withdrew a pen from her lab coat which barelyconcealed her low cut summer dress and the two firmorbs the firmly rose from beneath. “Do you have heartproblems, allergies to any known.