Page 22 of Remember Me

I silently curse.

“Mr. Hooker, we have reason to believe your wife’s life was in danger. That whoever she was investigatingor seeingintended to harm her.”

I process his words. He’s implying that it’s still possible she was having an affair.

“And we have reason to believe that as long as this potential killer is out there, your life and that of your child’s may be in danger.”

Silently, nervously, I rake my hand through my hair, my chest so tight I can barely breathe.

“Am I still a suspect?”

“Until your wife’s murderer is found, we can’t rule out anyone.”

“Have you talked to her boss at Conquest? Jim Hartley. Maybe he knows something.”

“We talked to him earlier. He didn’t tell us much. Except that your wife seemed a little anxious recently. He attributed it to her concern about getting a promotion.”

“What about her desk? Or her computer?”

“Her desk was cleaned out. And both her laptop and cell phone were demolished in the accident.” The detective stuffs one more slice of the fruitcake into his mouth. “Do you mind if we take a look around?”

“Sure. Be my guest. But please keep it down because our baby’s asleep.” I can’t help saying “our.”

A few minutes later, the twosome returns.

“Well, we won’t take up anymore of your time.” Then, he spots my guitar perched in the corner. And the poster above it of my idol—The Boss.

“You play guitar?” he asks.

“Yeah.” Though I haven’t gone near the acoustic instrument Skye gave me as a wedding present since she passed.

“I’m from Hoboken. Me and the missus are big Springsteen fans.”

So, we have something in common. I think about giving him the concert tickets we have—I mean, I had—to a Boss concert at The Greek, but just let it go, not wanting to make more conversation. Or spend more time with him. My eyes stay on the detective as he reaches into the breast pocket of his coat and slips out a card. He hands it to me. “Call me if you think of anything.”

As he and his partner head out, I stare down at the card.

Detective Pete Billings

Los Angeles Police Department

Homicide Division

Cell phone: 213-555-6161

A wail sounds from the nursery.

And at that moment, I know our lives are changed forever.

If someone could kill Skye, someone can kill us.

CHAPTER 15

Skye

Four Years Later

Isquirm. The sharp snip of scissors sends a chill down my spine. Goosebumps erupt along my arms.

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