She was, by every account including mine, extremely good at her job.

She was, by the fourteenth of March, seven months pregnant.

I did not find out about her from a doorway or a hallway or an overheard conversation.

I want to correct that, because the version people prefer has me creeping around an office building, and what actually happened is that Detective Ruiz told me in a room with a victim advocate present, on the eleventh day, in the flattest possible language, because he had made a decision that I should not hear it from a subpoena.

He said: “There’s a woman.