If I was lucky, the police tape would be gone and I could take a look at Marjorie’s tonight, before any Otherside traces at the scene dissipated. What was one more globe after the night I’d had?But Cameron didn’t follow. “We came that way,” he said, nodding down the alley in the direction of the docks.So he picks now to get his bearings back. I fished the penlight out of my pocket. “Cameron, look at me, will you?”“Wha—? Jesus!” Cameron threw a hand up to try to shield his eyes as I shone the penlight in his face. “Will you get the damn light out of my eyes?”“Humour me,” I said. Both his pupils constricted. All systems relatively normal. I moved my finger back and forth, checking to see if both his eyes could follow it.“Will you stop it?” Cameron said. “You said something about police, I remember that much—Jesus, why does that have to be so bright?”So his eyes were good as new, or as close as they needed to be for Cameron to pass for normal on the street.“You’re thinking critically again and your short-term memory is back.
