“We need him to cross the jurisdiction line himself,” Hayes said.

“We need him to walk onto this Marine base of his own free will.”

Three hours later the old window air conditioner in my motel room was rattling against the glass.

I sat on the edge of the mattress and dialed the hardware store on my cell phone.

It rang six times before someone picked up.

“Talk,” Glenn said.

“It’s Sarah,” I said.

I kept my voice very low and let my shoulders droop, pushing the sound of complete exhaustion into my throat.