He’s obviously watched television shows where the detectives try to corner the suspects, only to have the tables turned on them. He thinks this is what smart people do. They show the dumb cops how brilliant they are. He probably pissed himself with delight when he made the connection between me and my past life. It’s a little piece of information he wants to hold over me. I can think of a thousand unkind things to say, but none of them will get me what I want. “Yeah, I didn’t care for the outfits myself.” “I didn’t say they looked bad . . .” He’s trying to be flirty but only knows how to be creepier. “It paid for college.” He raises an eyebrow. “I bet. Those Japanese guys loved you.” So much so, they even made a pornographic manga comic featuring a girl who looked just like me. Jesse Magicstar. Reynolds is the last type of guy I’d want finding out about that. I look for another question to ask him. “You ever come across anybody who’s acted suspiciously?
