I punched in Darla Lindstrom’s number before my fingers could get cold enough to hesitate.

It rang four times before her voice came over the speaker.

She sounded wide awake, her voice flat and steady.

“Jodi?

It’s barely seven in the morning.”

“I’m calling because I need to lay out six facts for you, Darla,” I said.

“I’m not going to yell, and I’m not going to ask you for one dollar.”

“Go on,” Darla said.