Then four people spoke at once and Odile said “What?” twice.

And Willa said: “I told her.”

“You told—”

“I didn’t tell her what’s in it.

I told her there was a thing planned and that it was going to be bad and that she should think about whether she wanted to come.”

Odile said, “How do you have her number.”

And Willa Sandoval, fifteen years old, in a closed restaurant in Placerville at ten at night, said:

“I’ve been talking to her for three years.”