[Blake shakes his head.] You can't change somebody's memories. Bash them in the head so hard they lose some, yeah, but you can't go putting in anything new. The bastard who kidnapped him was [nails biting into his palm again] an evil son of a bitch, but he wasn't fucking magic.

I remember it. Clear as fucking day. He comes out of the warehouse, snipers are on him, that journalist lady comes out with him, we stand down.

[He's staring down at his hand, flexing on his leg. Feeling the rain down the back of his neck. It'd felt like a long time they stood there, waiting.]

But that's not the way the kid says it happened.

[Looking for that first motion.]

He says I gave the order.