Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 49

She looked over at me, the corners of her mouth pointing just slightly upwards in a way that might make someone with 20/20 vision think she was trying to smile.

"I know you are, Jake, and I don't mean to seem ungrateful, really. I just feel so damned helpless."

I took one hand off the wheel and reached over to gently squeeze hers.

"I know you do, baby. But it can't be helped. I'm going to do my best to piece this together and hopefully we'll wind up with a completed jigsaw puzzle that will jump start your memory again."