“Ethan’s sitting in Room 4 right now, waiting for his arraignment lawyer to show up.”

Richard looked at the keys in Michael’s palm.

“Why are you telling me this?” Richard asked.

“The hallway camera outside that cell is down for scheduled maintenance for the next twenty minutes,” Michael said flatly.

“I can put you in there for five of them.

No one’s going to ask what got said behind that door.”

Richard looked at the key ring for three long seconds.

His left thumb moved over the old white scar by the joint, rubbing the faded skin in a slow, careful circle.