His eyes skimmed through the name on the CV beneath the ID card, and his lips spread out so he said it aloud.

"Roxanne Harvey."

How? How could this even be possible? How could this be happening? He had worked - and was currently working - so hard to get her and her memories out of his mind, despite Ziko's stubborness.

And here she was again! Strolling into his life as she deemed fit? He had not asked to look up from his car and see her attempting to strangle Peter, on the ...