I put you in a ground-floor room where the door to the garden has a sensor on it, and I put a camera in the front hall, and Desmond ran you, and for six weeks I came home every night and watched you.”

“And what did you find out?”

“That you’d been in a hospital for eleven days, exactly as you’d have to have been, with a bile leak, which is not a thing anybody fakes.

That there was no activity of any kind on any account in your name after the eighth of April.

That there was a walk-in clinic on Halsted that had a cash patient with a wound that matched, under a false name, and that the false name you chose was Rosalie.” He looked at her.

“And that you cut a seven-year-old’s sandwiches into shapes when nobody was in the room.”