Let me help while I’m here.” Relief moved across both their faces — the relief of predators who have decided the new arrival is prey.

Chloe actually smiled at me, warm now that I’d folded.

My father’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth, and he looked at me with something I couldn’t read, and I gave him nothing back across the table, because it was not yet time, and because in my work you do not tip your hand until the evidence is in your hands.

Chapter 4 — Don’t Take Off My Coat