Primary Justice [antikvár]

* Prologue *"Once again," the man said, pulling the little girl along by the leash tied to his wrist and hers. Tell me your name.""I don't remember," the girl said."Where do you live?""I don't remember.""Are you from Tulsa?""I don't remember." The girl answered emotionlessly, like an automaton."Slower. Speak more hesitantly. It must seem as though you're trying to remember. Who are your parents?""I don't remember."The two emerged from the bottom of the gray stone stairwell and walked into the sunken parking garage. The rising sun was just visible in the high windows on the east side of the garage. The red corona was just beginning to filter across the skyline and cast an orange halo around the rooftops and skyscrapers of downtown Tulsa. Sunlight barely survived the passage through the dirty glass windows of the garage, though, and since the garage had little lighting of its own, the two figures remained enveloped in gray.The two moved in concert, past an elevator shaft, 1