He forgot they were people.

That’s the crack the whole thing fell through.”

Cordell looked down the hall at the sleeping girl and did not trust himself to say anything for a moment.

Chapter 18 — Pilar

At ten that night Pilar Fenwick came through the glass doors with a victim advocate beside her, and her face was the color of paper and her eyes were red from hours of undiluted terror since the hospital’s call.

Cordell walked her back to the private family room himself.