"The date r**e drug?" I say, my brows pulling together.
"Yeah," he says with another nod. "Explains why there's holes in your memory. There's not enough to give you full-on memory loss, but they use enough to make s**t spotty to the point a user will question if they really did s**t or not."
"Jesus," Timber says under his breath before lifting his gaze to mine. "Now we know. Maybe this will help us get you through s**t and keep you clean better. I mean, Medic? Clara? Does knowing make a difference?"
Clara and Medic glance at each other, and she sits up straighter. "Psychologically? Maybe. These areas, the parts of Shamrock affected by these drugs, may help us determine his triggers. I hate to say it, but s*x is going to be one."
"How so?" I say, turning my body more toward he
