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Chapters (75)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. PART TWO
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  20. PART THREE
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. PART FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. PART FIVE
  37. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  40. PART SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  48. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  51. PART SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  57. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  58. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  59. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  64. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  65. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  66. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  67. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  68. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  69. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY
  71. Epilogue: FRAGMENTS
  72. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  73. Also by Patrick Lee
  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  75. Newsletter Sign-up

Moss shook his head again. “No, he had a lot more on the agenda than that. He wanted information. Anything I could remember about that day outside the accident site. Names of people in charge, things I’d overheard them say. Everything. And yeah, he knew it would mean breaching my nondisclosure agreement.”

Dryden said, “You mean he wanted to know who gave the orders to drug us. The people who almost killed his daughter. Was he hoping to expose them?”

Moss rubbed a hand over his chin. “Not exactly. I’m sure he would have liked to see those people behind bars, or worse, but what Richard wanted was more basic than just settling a score. He wanted to know what the hell happened that night, in Ashland.”

“He didn’t already know?” Danica asked. There was incredulity in her voice. “He saw it with his own eyes, didn’t he? Wasn’t he there when it happened?”

“He was there,” Moss said. “To hear him tell it, just about every survivor of the accident came away only half understanding it. Like it was all chaos at the time it went down—whatever it was. As for the parts he did know about, I never asked him to tell me. By that point, years after the event, I didn’t want to know any more about it. I wanted to get it behind me, if I could.”

“But Richard wanted to know all of it?” Dryden asked. “Is that what you’re saying? He had part of the picture, and he wanted to fill in the gaps?”

“That’s not quite what I mean,” Moss said. “Richard was after something specific. He wanted to know what you two saw.”

Danica glanced at Dryden, then back at Moss.

“What we saw?” The question in her tone spoke for itself. She watched Moss and waited for him to go on.

“There were three or four hundred people living in Ashland when the accident happened,” Moss said. “But the government didn’t use the memory drugs on any of them. Just the two of you. Whatever happened the night of July twentieth, 1989, all those people were witnesses to it. Whether or not they understood it, they saw it. But you two got drugged because you saw something else that night. Something a lot worse.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dryden could see a thousand questions in Danica’s eyes—probably the same thousand he wanted to ask.

To Moss, he said, “What are you talking about? What would be worse than a mass-casualty event?”