“Fifteen steps,” he said.

“Three, then twelve.” He tapped the pen on the table, four slow taps.

“Higgins counted twenty-seven breaks in her.

Now we know what made them.”

I bent over my right boot and pulled the lace out of the top eyelet.

I worked it back through and pulled it hard.

“What about the bottom of the stairs?”

“Out of frame.” He tapped the pen again.