She flipped it over with one finger and left it there.

She’d made a sandwich and hadn’t eaten it.

The bread had gone stiff at the corners.

Her phone lit up with María López’s name, and Claire picked up on the second ring.

“He’s filed for bail,” María said.

“Immediate release, fast-tracked.

His lawyer says he’s got crews waiting on him in Rochester.”

“How soon could that be?”