Abner got the uneasy feeling he’d heard something he wasn’t meant to know. It happened sometimes, superiors forgetting about him and saying too much. All he could do was try to ignore it, forget it, and be silently thankful for the programming that suppressed his own painful memories.
Not a moment too soon, Mrs. DePleur returned with the address book. He took it from her—Anderson was busy with his notes—and skimmed through the pages. Most of the names were male, unsurprisingly, but there were a handful of women listed. Carter, Gina. Duke, Evelyn. Daniels, Tammy. Gutierrez, Brenda.
Holland, Maria.
Abner’s breath caught. One hand crept up to scratch his at his throat. Why was she here? She couldn’t be involved, right? What if Anderson wanted to question her? His stomach turned, and he quickly snapped the book shut. “Here,” he mumbled, pushing it towards his superior. “You should take this.”
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Abner got the uneasy feeling he’d heard something he wasn’t meant to know. It happened sometimes, superiors forgetting about him and saying too much. All he could do was try to ignore it, forget it, and be silently thankful for the programming that suppressed his own painful memories.
Not a moment too soon, Mrs. DePleur returned with the address book. He took it from her—Anderson was busy with his notes—and skimmed through the pages. Most of the names were male, unsurprisingly, but there were a handful of women listed. Carter, Gina. Duke, Evelyn. Daniels, Tammy. Gutierrez, Brenda.
Holland, Maria.
Abner’s breath caught. One hand crept up to scratch his at his throat. Why was she here? She couldn’t be involved, right? What if Anderson wanted to question her? His stomach turned, and he quickly snapped the book shut. “Here,” he mumbled, pushing it towards his superior. “You should take this.”