“I don’t know,” I answered.

“But I promise I’ll tell them everything I remember.”

PART 11

On Wednesday, Detective Chen returned with news about the glass.

The laboratory had accepted it for testing, although she cautioned that results would take time and might not establish exactly how I had become unresponsive.

The engraving was ours.

Connie had found it in a box marked PRIVATE EVENT, wrapped in a napkin beneath used champagne flutes.

“Your sister recognized it because you showed it to her when you picked it up from the engraver,” Chen explained.