Bryn grasped Jane’s hand and wrist then closed his eyes. “Okay, it’s a bit misty. She’s walking down the aisle on the left of someone whose arm is linked with hers. I assume it’s a male from the jacket. It’s gray. White shirt. Gold cufflink.”
“Where are they?” Gunnar asked.
“Not a church. It’s outside, sunny. Her arms are bare so I assume it’s warm. There’s a kind of pagoda thing at the end of a red carpet and the groom is waiting for her, smiling. Behind the pagoda, I can see the ocean.”
“Can you describe the groom?”
“Dark hair, beard and mustache. Wearing formal dark trousers, a white shirt and a bright floral waistcoat. The minister behind him is female. Short gray hair, robes. Jane is happy, excited, looking at the guests to either side of the aisle.”
“Can you describe anyone?”
“No. She’s looking but not seeing. All her focus is on the groom. Wait. He mouths I love you, Susan or Suzanna, not sure.” Bryn released his grip then put his gloves back on. “You had a beautiful wedding, Susan or Suzanna.”
“How about we go with Suzie?” Gunnar said. “Cover all bases.”
“Suzie’s good,” the patient said. “I can’t believe you saw all that.”
“Your strongest memory,” Bryn said. “Unfortunately, I can’t tell how long ago it was.”
Dr Tolliver sat next to Suzie. “Bryn has given us a lot to go on. It won’t be long before we find out who you are.”
“Our colleague will pass everything on to your police liaison,” Gunnar said. “It should be enough.”
“Thank you so much,” Suzie said. “You have no idea what this means to me.”
“Our pleasure. We should be going but, Doc, you let us know if you get any more forgetful patients, okay?”
“I will.” The doctor shook Gunnar’s hand and then Bryn’s. “I understand the need for the gloves. That’s quite the talent you have.”
Bryn slid his glasses into place. “Pleasure.”
“We can find our own way out,” Gunnar said. “Let us know when you have news. We don’t always get to hear how cases end up.”
“I will.”
Gunnar called Emmett as soon as they were beyond the door. When he ended the call, he and Bryn strolled down the corridor toward the exit. “How are you doing?” Bryn was even paler than normal.
“I could use a snack and some Tylenol.”
“There’s a vending machine over there. I spotted it on the way in.” Gunnar extracted a blister pack of tablets from his pocket. He popped two out, tipping them into Bryn’s hand. “Here you go. We can get a water from the machine too.” Bryn chugged the pills dry. “Or you could do that.” Gunnar examined the contents of the machine. “They have granola bars, protein snacks…”
“I’ll take a Snickers, a Kit-Kat and a packet of double-stuff Oreos. Please. Ooh, and a can of Blue Bottle chilled coffee!”
“Good grief.” Gunnar pressed the required buttons and delivered the haul. He got a granola bar for himself. They lingered inside the building while they ate and Bryn swigged his coffee.
“That’s better. I hope they find out who Suzie is, she seemed nice.”
“Yeah. You got plenty of clues from her memory. Any detective with a brain cell should be able to track her identity down in no time.”
“I wish we had more cases like this.”
“Better than the usual assorted psychos.”
“Yeah.” Bryn finished his snacks. He dropped the wrappers in the nearest trash can. “I guess we should get back.”
They’d gone fewer than twenty paces outside when the sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the air. Chips of stone spat from the ground next to Bryn. Gunnar dropped, pulling Bryn with him.
“Down!”
