Bell didn’t respond.

He underlined the number twice.

Officer Marcus Bell took two slow steps toward the Formica kitchen counter and rested his right hand on his heavy leather duty belt.

“Major, we need a clear timeline before anybody leaves this property tonight,” he said, his voice steady and calm.

I put my phone face up on the table, pressed both hands flat on the laminate, and looked across the room.

“Ask Evelyn.”