Her phone showed Abigail’s call at 9:41 p.m., three minutes before Brenda’s car left the driveway.

“You’re going to need a witness for that phone log,” Elena said.

The hole punch clicked again.

I put the police report behind the fourth tab and left a blank sheet at the back.

Elena opened the thermos and poured the last of the chicken soup into a motel cup.

She set it by my elbow and didn’t tell me to drink it.

“You keep looking at that intake form,” she said.