A few seconds later, Delia turned on the radio.

The music was loud enough to hide an ordinary conversation.

But not every sound.

I tested the movement I still had in my hand.

One finger brushed the sealed bag.

The phone was warm from the ground, but it was there.

I had prepared it before they caught me, terrified that Garrett would find it in my pocket and smash it.

In all the confusion, he had never noticed me push it into the soft earth near my shoulder.