“Keep the file running.

Don’t wipe anything off it.”

On Maplewood Drive, Daniel’s shoulder radio clicked once, and Claire’s voice came through, small and clear.

“Twelve, be advised.

The line is still open.

The handset is down on the floor upstairs, and we have movement in the room.”

María kept her eyes on Thomas’s hands.

The glass on the railing had left a wet ring in the paint.