Killer Amnesia. Sherri Shackelford

      Her stomach lurched. After battling to remember, why hadn’t she summoned a memorable vacation or her first pet? Why not think of a friend or a relative—her brother, at least?

      Her mind was like a row of empty picture frames. A cold gathering of backgrounds with no sentiment and no recognizable faces, as though someone had stripped away her past, leaving only blank canvasses.

      “Hmm.” The sheriff rubbed the back of his neck. “A couple killed around Christmastime. Ring any bells, McCourt?”

      “No.” Liam moved away, and the air around her seemed to chill without his comforting presence. “But it shouldn’t take too long to sort through the serial killers she profiled.”