“No trail that went beyond the same officers handling two or three cases because they were in their beat.”

Adam nodded. “Didn’t figure it could be that easy.”

“Do you think you could remember those instances when Greg talked to someone about things you didn’t know about?”

“Been a while, but I can try.”

“All we ever ask,” Hayley said.

Chapter 17

Adam looked at the list he’d made. At the top there were maybe a half dozen items, times he remembered Greg talking to people about situations or people he himself had never heard of. He had at least a reasonable guess on the time periods on these, and had included that with each. Below that were another half dozen encounters that he couldn’t put even an approximate date to, although he generally recalled who the people were.

“Best I can do for now,” he said when he’d gone to find Quinn, who was taking advantage of the rain clearing out and was outside throwing a rather grubby ball for the apparently indefatigable Cutter.

“That’s great,” Quinn said as he scanned the list. “Enough for us to get started checking into these people. And I’ll bet more will come to you, now that you’ve started thinking about it after all this time.”

“I hope so. But I’ve spent five years avoiding even thinking about it.”

“Can’t blame you for that.” Quinn studied Adam for a long moment, enough to make Adam a bit edgy. “Speaking of blame,” he said after a moment, with a glance back at the building where Amanda was.

Adam knew instantly where he was going. He opened his mouth to try to stop whatever was coming, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Finally, he just muttered, “She’s got every right.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Quinn said. “But she didn’t know that until now.”

Adam blinked. “What?”

“You’re not the only one who’s been avoiding thinking about that night.”

“Of course she doesn’t want to think about it. Her father died, because I—”

Quinn held up a hand and he stopped. “We’re going to have that discussion, but first you need to know that until I told her the other day, she had no idea how badly you’d been hurt. Or that you’d been medically retired.”

Adam stared at him. “What, did she think I just quit? That I could have come back but chose not to?”

“Exactly that.” Quinn looked at him steadily. “She only heard you’d been shot in the arm. She had no idea how badly.”

“Oh.”

He didn’t know what to think about that. Not that he expected her to know, or even care. Why would she? He wasn’t sure what to think. It felt...significant somehow. And it clearly was to Quinn, who didn’t miss much.