His chest heaved like he’d been sprinting, but his suit was perfectly unwrinkled and his tie was dead straight.

“She’s in surgery,” I said.

“How are you here?”

“What do you mean, how am I here?

My daughter is in the hospital.”

“The next flight from Denver doesn’t land for two hours.”

Daniel looked at Officer Carter, then back at me.

He adjusted his leather watch strap.