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The big guy behind me said, "Doc, IТd prefer to stay just in caseЧ"

"Not necessary. HeТs still the same man." Doc took a seat on the stool opposite mine.

Jacobs and the other thugs mumbled Yessirs and left the kitchen. The injured Chinese guy leaned against the refrigerator. Doc pushed his coat back and yanked two guns from his waistbandЧmy .40 and the Sig. Doc pulled the magazines, racked them back to eject the bullets in the chambers, then laid them side by side on the island.

"These both have numbers on them. TheyТre traceable," Doc said.

"The Sig is faked, just to keep wheels spinning. The other one is mine. Never thought about it before."

"So, whyТd you shoot George?"

I shrugged. "Intuition?"

That put a slight grin on DocТs face.

I looked out a side window, but all I saw was a generic suburban hedge and darkness. Doc snapped his fingers in my face.

"Your name is Dreier," he said.

"I think youТre the first one of this bunch to get it right."

"ItТs not so easy. See, these men call you СCollinsТ because that is who you are. You used to be their colleague. And my partner, as well."

What a crock. The whole thing was a steaming wet pile. And I suppose that was what my expression got across to him.

"And you donТt remember one bit of that life, do you? IТve been checking on you for months now, thought we had lost you for good until that bust you were spotted at back in the winter. It had been five years since IТd seen you."

"This is all a big mistake, really. I donТt know any of you."

Doc cocked his head to the side. "Wally. Wally Collins. You donТt remember at all. ItТs me, man. Doc. Doc Kim. Buddies. Partners."

I would have remembered anything they wanted me to if it meant I could walk out of there, but playing along would mean a pop quiz on the details, and I really didnТt know

Doc past his reputation.

I shook my head. "IТm sorry. I wish I could be him for you, but thatТs not me."

He sighed and reached into his coat pocket. I braced myself for another needle, but Doc came out with an envelope. He opened the flap and emptied two photographs onto the table, lined them between the guns. One was a head shot of a beautiful light-skinned black woman, hair pulled back, smiling, big thrilled eyes. The other was of the same woman, but with a young boy beside her. He had a touch of fuzzy hair up top. Huge smile.

"You remember? Her nameТs Tamara. His nameТs Hank."

"After Hank Aaron," I said.

DocТs mouth went wide. "Yes! Exactly."

I kept my gaze on the photo. "I was just guessing."

The Chinese guy at the refrigerator had wandered closer, looking at me like I was a zoo exhibit. I craned my neck for another glance out the windows. Any little details to identify?