Ganesh Surendar/Zadkiel Thrush
"Hmmm." The sound drew out a while, then Ganesh spoke again. His accent was clearer now, the words not rushed. "Yes. I thought that I had."
There was no attempt to quiet what he was saying, or to hide it. There was every chance that someone in this room already knew it.
"My ex-husband is suffering from AG," he continued. "This is a disease that takes your memories away over time. I assume that this was what they meant." His finger reached out, shoving the envelope closer to the center. "But that is vague. It could have meant anything--the same as yours. I took from it what I wanted."