“My mistake then.” He put his mask in his back pocket. “How long until the police arrive?”

“Should I call the police?”

“Please. Don’t pretend.”

“Minutes,” she said.

“A lot can happen in minutes.”

“The police are leaving the house next door,” Cami said. “They are going into the house.” She rolled over in her sleep.

Patrick raised his hands into the air when the police came into the house. Izabel raised her hands, too, but she wasn’t sure why.

“You’re under arrest on suspicion of the murders of Peter Coughlan, Karen—”

“Do you have an arrest warrant?” Patrick said.

“Yes,” Paz said.

“Without a name or even a description?”

“Yes,” Paz said, “we do. Now shut up and let me finish.”

Izabel stepped around all the cops and went back into her bedroom as Paz said the names of all of Patrick’s victims. She tore off the suit and lay down, face down on the bed, how the girls had.

An officer came in. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” she said into the pillow.

“I radioed to your family that you’re okay.”

She turned her head. “Thank you.”

“I can take you to the hospital now, if you’re ready.”

She rolled over and sat up. “Can they come home?”

“As far as I’m aware.”

“Does everyone at the police station know about me and my family?”

“Yes.” The officer smiled.

Izabel nodded. “I have to talk to my husband and kids about which house we go to, so let’s go to the hospital.” She got up, grabbed a sweater out of the dresser, and started to leave the room. But then she stopped. The officer almost walked into her.

“What is it?”

“Are you sure it’s him?” Izabel asked.

“It’s not as clear as we’d hoped it would be tonight, is it?”

“No,” she said. She couldn’t believe she was here, in a moment where she wished a man had made more of an effort to kill her.

Back at the hospital, she hugged Jana and Kaito, and then she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow next to Cami.

In the morning they talked about their options. Cami insisted that she wanted to go back to the old house, so Jana agreed that she would go and look at it. Kaito seemed happy about that plan, too. Izabel thought about Patrick, waving at her as he walked up to the doors.

But Opa wouldn’t let Jana leave until she took her for another interview.

While they waited, Izabel played hand games with Cami, every one she could remember—Bubble Gum, Bubble Gum; Down by the Banks; Patty Cake.

“Again,” Cami said.

“I can’t.”

“I’ll play with you,” Kaito said. “Take off your shoes and socks.”

Cami tilted her head and raised her eyebrows to show her skepticism.

Where’d she learn that? Izabel thought.

“Go ahead,” Kaito said.