“Natalie’s father confirmed his travel plans last night,” Ethan said, and I heard heavy bond paper rustle on his end.

“He’s bringing two former state supreme court justices and several board members from the defense foundation.

It’s a very structured group.”

“I understand,” I said.

“I want to make sure you’re comfortable,” he went on, his tone turning rehearsed and patronizing.

“I know what a civilian trauma coordinator makes down in El Paso County.

I don’t expect you to have evening wear suited to a Caldwell family event.”

My thumb stopped on the radio latch, and I adjusted my silver wristwatch.