“I remember her.

She’d called twice that week.”

He replayed the recording.

At 3:18 on Tuesday, Teresa entered the pharmacy in a tan jacket, holding a folded sheet of paper.

She spoke to a clerk for several minutes.

Her shoulders rose and fell as if she were trying to remain calm.

At 3:31, she left without a prescription bag.

She checked her phone and stood near the entrance, looking down at a receipt.