Alex was trying to get the timeline straight in her head. “When did you say you quit going to Circle meetings?”
Jimmy scrunched up his face, making it clear he was thinking. “Let’s see, I want to be sure I’m telling you right. Yeah, it was ten years ago. After my wife died.”
So about the time Walker had probably finished college and his father died.
“When did you start going?” Alex asked.
“Twenty-five years ago.”
Just before I arrived at Willow’s, twenty-four years ago.
“So you went to meetings for at least fifteen years,” Logan said, a look of surprise on his face. “That’s a long time.”
“It sounds like it, but we didn’t have meetings very often.” His forehead wrinkled. “I just remembered something else about this guy.” He stabbed a finger at the photo of Walker. “He told us Circle meetings were every week when he was a kid. He couldn’t understand why we met only once a month. I don’t think we were committed enough for TM.”
“I need you to come with me now,” Harrison told Jimmy. “Hopefully, it won’t take too long.”
“He didn’t seem to recognize me from the hospital,” Mike said in a low voice as Harrison led Jimmy away.
Alex turned to stare at Logan. “Did you catch it?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“We all did,” Monty said. “TM. Train Man.”