“I told you I can’t remember,” said Adam. “I have no recollection of that night. It’s a distant memory.”

“According to my records, you were a witness to a brutal murder some time ago.” The detective shuffled through the stack of papers in a manila folder placed on the table between him and Adam. “It says right here that three years ago you were walking by Buddy’s Bar downtown and saw a woman shot four times, once in the head. Are you telling me you remember nothing?”

“I’m telling you I have done my best to forget it.”

“I need your help. I need you to tell me anything you can about that night.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Adam sat back in his chair, sipping his iced tea. “When you see something like that happen, the blood, the brains of a woman splattered on the sidewalk…it took me months to get back to a normal life. Even now I have bad dreams. I’m not willing to go back to that night and relive that nightmare.”

“She was my sister,” the detective said. “Please. You must remember something.”