María touched the radio clip on her shoulder, a habit Claire had seen her repeat three times in ten minutes.

“I’ll sign a statement saying the classification matched what I heard on the dash,” María said.

“For what it’s worth, I’ve done welfare checks on that street before.

Nothing ever came of any of them.”

“Nothing ever came of them,” Claire repeated, and the corner of María’s mouth pulled sideways.

Then María said, “The girl asked if her rabbit could ride up front.

I told her he could.”