The grand jury hearing is set for Tuesday morning.”

I signed my name at the bottom of the formal victim statement and filled in the three blank date lines in careful black ink.

When I came out into the main lobby at four, Sarah was waiting by the stainless steel drinking fountain.

A woman in a heavy red wool coat stood by the glass exit doors, her thumb picking nonstop at the chipped pink polish on her nails.

It was Brenda herself.