“Deputies answer to administrators.” He put his hat on.

“I’ll call you the minute Atlanta signs.”

I stayed in the hallway with the stills in my hand.

The top one had a thin gray line down the left side where the printer was running low, and I squared the pages against my palm.

The clock above the Whitmore stairs read six forty-five, and Evelyn’s hand was still flat against Rosalie’s back.

Hale closed the laptop and slid the hard drive into a padded envelope.