The more he talked, the more Neil entangled himself with statements that didn’t make sense, but he hadn’t seemed to notice that yet.

“Do you still love your wife?” Flores asked softly.

“Yes, I do.”

“Have you always loved your wife?”

“Yes, I have—ah—until, ah, this happened, I didn’t know how much I did.”

/

“In other words, you wish she was back, then?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well,” Flores said, “I’ll be honest. I think it’s your wife. The woman we found. Really do. I brought the gold ring here. I’ll turn the tape off, and show you the ring and watch that we brought down.”

Neil looked at the...