Travis nodded, though her words echoed through his ears without actually sticking. He wanted to be able to say he'd seen who had shot Amarie. He wanted to know she'd be okay and mostly he wanted to be able to not go through this again.
Memphis put his hand on Travis's shoulder and guided him back to the car. "Nothing to do now but go home." He wasn't even going to start in on the fact The Cellar was not the movies. Not this time.