“Identification, please,” the senior detective said.

And Adriana Vance, who had been improvising successfully for two years, made the last free decision of her life: she reached into her bag and produced Maya Sterling’s driver’s license and handed it over.

The detective looked at the license.

He looked at Maya.

He looked back at the license.

“Thank you,” he said.

“We’re going to take your fingerprints now.”

“On what basis?”