“Where does that wire run to?” Daniel said.

“Upstairs.

There’s an outlet in the hallway.”

“An outlet, or a phone jack?”

Thomas’s hand went back to his watch strap.

“You’d have to ask the guy who installed it.”

“We plan to,” Daniel said.

In the dispatch room, Claire had one earpiece pressed tight to her head and her palm flat on the desk, holding perfectly still as if the desk might shift.