My 14:00 sidles up. “You the—?”
“Refreshing memories without the subject’s consent is illegal. You got consent?” If they did they wouldn’t come to me, but it weeds out people who are too stupid to lie.
“Yeah. New colleague turned out to be an old flame I… we never should’ve let it burn out.”
“Name? Time period?”
“Madeline Vickers. May 2035.”
“Half up front.” I take payment and he scurries.
Next appointment: 15:30, Madeline Vickers. It’s either fate or a plane crash about to happen. What do I care as long as the money clears?