“Hannah,” Patricia said, her voice instantly switching to the thick, syrupy sweetness she used whenever she wanted something from a landlord or a bank teller.

“What a strange surprise.”

She glanced quickly at the travelers shuffling around them and gave a broad, gentle smile to a woman pushing a stroller.

“Did your unit give you an afternoon pass, dear?” Patricia asked, stepping closer to Derek.

“You really should have called us before driving all the way down here.”

“Stay exactly where you are, Mr.

Miller, Mrs.

Miller,” Detective Rebecca said, stepping around my right side.