And you cannot tell, from the inside, that you are being studied.

It feels exactly like being known.

Chapter 24 — The Slip

The officers wanted to see the study, and we went in, and there on the leather top of the desk sat the brown folder, exactly where Teresa had said it would be, untouched by any of us.

“That’s private,” Vanessa said immediately, her voice climbing.

“That’s private property, you can’t open that.”

The officer did not open it.