Merritt didn’t look up from his notes. “Memories,” he said evenly, “are allowed to be fragmentary, Mr. Lowell. They’re still evidence.” The pen in his hand didn’t stop moving. Even fragments, he knew, could complete a puzzle.
Cooper leaned closer to the stand. “Did Jacob go near the safe?” she asked. The question came gently, as though afraid to disturb the memory itself. “Was it his voice you heard?”