Chapter 42

After watching the news, I was now confident that these bastards were going to pay for everything they put me through. I could imagine Mr. Jacksons’ face when those news about the gala dinner were reported. My time to celebrate about the small wins was over and now it was time for me to go get my memory back so I met up with John the journalist in the city and we were going to meet the person who was going to help with it. I parked my car at one of the buildings as John instructed me to then we started walking by foot.

“So, who is this person we are going to meet and what does he do?” I asked.

“He’s just a private psychologist,” John replied “he helps people like you.”

“What the heck is a private psychologist?” I asked.

John just laughed a little “you’ll see,” he said.

“I hope you are not taking me to those creepy voodoo psychics,” I replied.

“No not at all,” John said.

I took out a piece of paper with the details of the first