You know their voices. You can’t remember their names.

You wake in a hospital bed with a police officer outside the door and gaps where your memory should be. Nobody will tell you why you’re here.
But the bedside phone keeps ringing. A night clerk. A radio producer. A stranger on the last train. Each of them has seen something, and each of them needs a detective.
So you do the one thing you still can. You listen, you ask, and you solve it out loud. And case by case, the calls lead back to the night you can’t remember.




