“That wasn’t enough,” I said.

“I know.

I should have stopped them at the house.”

At the road, she had taken the keys when the van stopped, opened the rear, freed the casket fastening, and drawn Arthur away while trying to stop another vehicle.

David had turned back toward me rather than continuing after her.

It was a clearer sequence than the fragments I had heard from inside.

I would not know every second of her movements independently.