All of it. Of the torture and murder. His attempt on the president’s life. The subsequent chase. The two mercenaries at the shack, and finally, his call with Coffey, learning that none of the memories that had launched him on this odyssey were true. Rachel Howard listened without interruption, her expression grim. “So do you believe me?” asked Quinn when he was finished. Rachel had learned he was telling the truth about the threat to her life. But that didn’t mean he was telling the truth about this. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Can you prove that you’re a Secret Service agent?” “No. And after last night, I’m not one anymore. I’m not sure of all the fireable offenses an agent might commit, but I’m guessing that trying to kill the president is one of them.” A quick smile played across Rachel’s face. “I caught some news online this afternoon,” she said. “Big headlines about an explosion at a mosque in Chicago. But not a word about any assassination attempt on the president.”
