“I don’t know! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” He scowled. If he was putting on an act, it was a good one. Rivers almost bought it. But not quite. “Look, Detectives,” Cahill finally said, “I barely remember Megan, and as for the last time I saw her”—he shrugged—“I just . . . I just don’t have any idea. I—I just have a feeling. . . that . . . that I didn’t know her all that well.”

“But you do remember her?” Rivers persisted.

He nodded slowly. “It’s all kind of jumbled and disjointed. I remember what she looks like, and that we . . . were involved.”

“Sexually,” Mendoza said. It wasn’t really a question.

Cahill paused. “I assume so.” But something flickered in his eyes. Yeah, he was lying.

“You don’t recall that?” she asked, skeptically.

Glaring at her, Cahill asked, “Do I need an attorney?”

Rivers said, “No one’s saying that you should contact a lawyer.”

“I don’t think you would.” Cahill’s lips tightened. “You know what? I’m not talking to you anymore. Not without representation.”

“This isn’t an episode of Law & Order,” Mendoza pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter. And by the way, do you have my phone? And my computers?”

“We do.”

“Fu—” Cahill started to say, but changed his mind. “I want them back.”

“As soon as we’re done with them.”

“I want them now!” he bit out, temper flaring. “ASAP! I don’t know what legal authority you have, but I want my things!”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Rivers said, knowing that the computer techs were searching through Cahill’s phone records and computer files and would be doing so for a while. But it was interesting to see how quickly James Cahill could lose his cool.

“In the meantime, I’m contacting my attorney.”

Rivers nodded curtly.

“Are we done here?” A vein in Cahill’s temple was throbbing, and one of his hands had fisted.

“Yes, that’s enough,” the nurse answered for them. “Now, please. Let him be.”

Rivers wanted to keep baiting Cahill, just keep nudging him with questions, really delve into this supposed amnesia, but judging from the determined set of Cahill’s jaw, it was doubtful he would answer any further questions.

Mendoza, though, wasn’t ready to throw in the towel. “Just a few more questions.”

“No,” Cahill and the nurse responded in unison. Cahill added, “We’re done.”

“If you change your mind,” Rivers suggested.

“I know where to find you.”

“Good,” Mendoza clipped out, barely hiding the fact that she was irritated.

With the nurse giving them the evil eye, he and Mendoza walked out of the room, but not before Rivers heard Cahill say to Nurse Rictor, “Look, I’m leaving. Now. With or without the doctor’s say-so.”

For the first time since stepping into the hospital room, Rivers believed James Cahill was actually telling the truth.