“Pruitt is a friend of the family.” She said it to the window.

“He’ll do what’s right.”

“That name has already come up once today.”

She looked at the chart, then at the door, and reached for her coffee as though the cup had asked her a question.

“Rosalie kept a notebook in her car,” I said.

“There are four pages missing from the middle.”

“She kept notebooks everywhere.

She was always writing down numbers she didn’t understand.” Victoria’s voice didn’t change pitch.