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I can't remember it. The images come and go when they please. It's not like I can pull up the damn file in my brain. All I can do is try and replay the day in my head, but it isn't working. Even if I get drunk enough to remember I wouldn't be able to hold up the brush long enough to paint it. I should have sketched it. My phone saved me from getting emotional again.
"Yeah?" I answered looking at the blank canvas.
"Beta Ripley, we have the location. It's a clear identification," My stomach dropped. I can use a little time to free up my thoughts. Maybe I can think of something afterward.
"Where?" I asked.
"He's here in the city. He's at the bar where the adopted sister works,"
I rushed out of the room.
"Stay with the girl protect her at all costs don't le
