I knew that if I made this call, they would come — all of them, from wherever they were, without a question — and I knew what they were capable of, and I knew what they would want to do to the three young men who had done this.

And some furious, grieving part of me wanted exactly that.

I will not pretend otherwise.

For one long moment in that hallway, the buried man was fully awake, and he wanted blood, and it would have been so easy to let him have it.

And then I looked through the glass at my daughter, and I made the decision that the rest of this story turns on.

I would make the call.