"Where's your pencil?" "It's all software these days, Mr. Loewan. Besides, I was never much of an artist with a pencil." "Don't say that." "Sorry?" "Mr. Loewan. The pity behind it. I can hear it every time one of you calls me that. It reminds me my wife's... I'm Jerry." A portly, middle-aged man in a tired suit ducked under yellow tape strung across the living room doorway and stepped down into the sunken den. "Excuse me, Mr. Loewan? The coroner is ready to move the...your wife, and our CS crew is wrapping up. We need you to come down and make your statement. You want to finish this at the station, Diaz?" "I think it's best we finish this while the details are still fresh. It won't us take long, detective. Then I'll bring him in with me." The detective stared down at Diaz and exhaled. "Fine. Use the front door and mind the tape. Don't take too long." The detective pulled out Marlboros as he crouched back under the tape. "Okay, Jerry. My apologies. Let's get started, if that's all right." "All right." "And I'm Richard." "All right, Richard." Richard adjusted his thick, black-rimmed glasses and pulled a laptop from his leather satchel. He opened it on the squat glass coffee table between them. After launching a program, he turned the screen to face Jerry and relaxed back into the blue velvet couch. "We're going to look at a series of faces, Jerry. I want you to tell me when a feature jumps out at you. We'll save it. This is how we'll build up a composite image of the suspect." "I don't know how this is going to help. It was dark. The stove light was on, but it all happened so fast. I was just trying to find Ann." "Maybe you saw nothing, Jerry, and this will be quick. Or maybe you do remember something, and I have more work to do." "I dunno, maybe." "Let's start with chins. Use the spacebar to click through the faces until you see a chin you think is familiar." Jerry clicked through picture after picture. "There, that one. The pointed one. Like yours. That looks right." "Good. Click Enter to keep that chin. Now the mouth." Just two clicks in and Jerry stopped. "That's it. Thin lips. This is working. I'm starting to remember… He whispered something to me." "Do you remember?" Richard sat up and leaned forward. "No, I-I can't. Something, but I can't hear it." "Facial hair?" "No, he was like you, clean shaven." "How about the nose. The eyes." Jerry began clicking through the faces again and selected a nose. He carouseled through the eyes but this time nothing seemed to register. "Having trouble?" Jerry stopped on a set of eyes, looked up at Richard and back to the screen. He clinched his jaw. "Did you discover something, Jerry?" "This isn't working. I can't remember anything. I'm filling in the holes with what's in front of me. I quit." He spun the laptop around to Richard and buried his face in his hands. "See? It's just you without the glasses." Richard straightened. He slowly removed his glasses and smile crept across his thin lips. "Quit now, Jerry? But I've only just begun." Jerry froze in his seat. "What did you just say?" He lifted his head just as Richard fired the taser. The shock knocked him out of his seat. Richard stepped over the table and stood over Jerry as he writhed on the living room carpet. He kneeled and whispered into Jerry's ear. "I've only just begun."