A deputy held it, and Elisa came in, her coat still buttoned, her hair smooth as glass.

She smoothed it again at her temple before she sat down.

“Elisa,” Marcus said.

“Tell them this is ridiculous.”

Elisa looked at the empty bracket.

She looked at the second module.

Her hand went to her hair, smoothed the same side twice, and then she folded her fingers in her lap.

“I didn’t know about the one in her room,” she said.