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He blinks at me, then shakes his head. “I read the doctor’s reports, but . . . You don’t remember me at all?”

I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t.”

He shifts awkwardly, then pulls his badge from his back pocket and flashes it for me. “I’m Detective Ben Huxley, Jackson Harbor PD.”

“Welcome,” Mom says. “Please, come in.” She waves into the house and leads us to the dining room