He washed the coffee mug he’d left on his desk and tried to go to sleep.

For the first time in years, the sound that followed him into the night was not a siren.

It was Nora asking permission to protect her sister.

PART 11

Caroline’s home was a narrow brick house with yellow curtains and a tiny garden behind the kitchen.

There were two bedrooms upstairs and an unfinished room at the back where she’d been storing boxes from the library.