Inmaculada stood holding it for a long moment.

She was not a fanciful woman; she had run this house for eleven years on good sense and account books.

But good sense was exactly what told her, now, that a clean strip of hospital tape on the floor of Amparo’s cell was not nothing.

It was a fingerprint.

Someone had been in this room.

Chapter 4 — Dr. Guadalupe

She sent for Dr.

Guadalupe that same morning, and the doctor arrived before noon — a brisk, unsentimental woman who had cared for the sisters of Santa Clara for years and did not waste words.