“For months I had no memory of what happened. The cops kept visiting me, but I couldn’t tell them anything. When I started to get flashbacks, I remembered there had been four of them and only one of me. I figured they’d have had plenty of time to create alibis for each other. I knew it’d be my word against theirs. So I never told the cops anything.
“Who did it, Mase?” Parker asked. He sounded calm, but Mason knew better.
“It’s not important now. It happened a long time ago.”
“Fuck!” Parker punched the side of the elevator car. This time Mason didn’t react. “I bet it was Henry Livingstone, he was always such a fucking asshole.”
“I thought Henry was your best friend on the team, and no, Henry wasn’t involved.”
“Who did it, Mase? I wanna rip their fucking heads off.”