“What are they going to find?”

She keyed the radio again. “Lake Forest. The Vance house. Now.”

The cafeteria at seven in the morning smelled like burnt coffee and hot metal trays.

Elisa came toward me with a cup in each hand and set the smaller one down in front of me.

“Decaf,” she said.

“You look like you slept in your car.”

I had, and I wrapped both hands around the cup.

She sat across from me and smoothed her hair back from her temple, then did it again a second later, as if the first time hadn’t taken.