"If you ask someone for a memory and they tell you a story, they're lying." When Amber Hewerdine consults a hypnotherapist as a desperate last resort, she doesn't expect that anything much will change. She doesn't expect it to help with her chronic insomnia. She doesn't expect to hear herself, under hypnosis, saying words that mean nothing to her—kind, cruel, kind of cruel—words she has seen somewhere before, if only she could remember where. And she doesn't expect to be arrested two hours later as a result of having spoken those words out loud in connection with the brutal murder of Katharine Allen, a woman she's never heard of.