She wondered if it helped them, all the officers on the streets—if that could really make a killer stop, disappear. And if he disappeared, then what? She could look that up. Find out if they caught him. But she liked how, twenty-five years ago, Tampa was right where her town was now.

Before the end of the article, it mentioned that the mayor didn’t use the term serial killer, but that the police chief did. It didn’t explain why. Izabel thought about looking that up, too, but the semantics wouldn’t do her any good.

The app had a link to a video: the residents of Tampa, marching and chanting. “Whose streets?” The volume came on too loud. “Our streets!”

“What’s that?” Cami asked.

Izabel turned down the volume as fast as she could. “Nothing.”

“It looks like a parade.”

“Yes.” She tapped back to the home screen. “You want to look at something on here with me?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want to look at?”

“Trees.”

Izabel moaned.

“What? I like them.”

“I know. It’s fine. What should I look up?”

“A pumpkin tree!”

“There aren’t pumpkin trees.”

“But pumpkins are a fruit. They have seeds inside.”

“Pumpkins grow on vines. I can show you orange trees or apple trees?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, which?”

“Orange trees,” Cami said.

“Together, they’re called an orange grove.”

“Is it called an apple grove?”

“No, that’s an orchard.”

“Have you been to one?” Cami asked.

“Not a grove, but I went apple picking in an orchard when I was little.”

“When you were four?”

“Maybe. And when I was a little older than four.”

“Five?”

“Yeah.” Izabel laughed. “Maybe five.”

“Do maple trees grow fruit?”

“No. We called their seeds whirlybirds.”

“Why?”

“I’ll show you that, okay?” Izabel pulled up a video of maple seeds floating to the ground. “We used to pick them up and break them down the middle, and peel them open and stick them to our noses.”

“That’s silly.”

“Very silly.”

“What about evergreens?” Cami asked.

“They drop pinecones.”

“What do other trees drop?”

“Acorns and walnuts,” and Izabel tickled her as she said, “and monkey brains!”

“Monkey brains?!”

“I don’t know why we called them that. I’ll show you a picture of those, too.”

When Cami saw, she said, “Brains aren’t green! They’re pink.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Do walnuts hurt when they fall out of a tree?”

“They do. My neighbor, when I was growing up, had a walnut tree. They’d pay me to go around and collect as many as I could in a bucket.”

“How much?”

“A dollar.”

“That’s not a lot.”

“It’s not nothing.”

“Is that what Daddy does?”

“Sometimes, yeah. He harvests all sorts of fruits and nuts and vegetables and pumpkins.”

“Pumpkins?”

“Yeah.”