The older one stiffened. “Counselor—”

“Names. Badge numbers. Now.”

They gave them. Victor wrote them down, then looked at Elias. “And you are?”

“Elias Silva. I’m looking for my wife and children.”

Victor glanced at me. I handed him the binder, open to page thirteen. His eyes moved once across the page. “Well,” he said softly. “That’s interesting.”

“What is?” Elias asked.