Beatrice looked down at her own fist as if she had forgotten it was there, and the color climbed up her face, and for the first time all afternoon, she had nothing to say.

Chapter 14 — The Video

“They dragged me across the floor,” I said, into the quiet, “because I refused to sign their papers.

And there is a security camera on that shelf that recorded every second of it.”

Christopher stopped breathing.

Both officers looked up, and found the small camera among the paint cans, its blue light blinking.