“Because of who brought him in.”

Harrison, across the island, had gone completely still.

“A woman brought him into my department at eleven-forty last night,” Vania said, “and she gave the registrar an ID, and the name on that ID was Maya Sterling, and I have been looking at your face across a lunch table for fifteen years and that was not you.”

“Vania—”

“I didn’t say anything.

I pulled the chart and I checked the ID number against your old employee record and it’s your number.