“He did not run away.”

“Why was that unusual?”

“I thought he would run. Perhaps he couldn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“The suit he was wearing. It looked heavy.”

“Did you see any marks on him, any tattoos?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Did he smell like anything?”

“Yes.”

“What did he smell like?”

“I don’t know.”

“But something?”

“No. It was her. She smelled.”

“Who?”

“The woman who saved Jana.”

“What did she smell like?”

“She smelled like sandalwood.”

“But was there another smell?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay. Did you see what he used to cut your house?”

“Yes.”

“Can you describe it?”

“A knife. It was long, a little curved.”

“Was it sharp on both sides or just one?”

“One.”

“Was there anything near the handle?”

“Serrated near the handle.”

“On which side?”

“Both sides.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Was there anything unusual at the tip of the knife?”

“No.”

“Was there anything unique about the handle?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is there anything I should have asked you about the knife?”

“No.”

“Did you see where he went after?”

“He went toward the street.”

“After that?”

“I heard a car door.”

“Do you know where he went after that?”

“No. I stayed with Jana.”

“Is there anything I should have asked you about the man?”

“No.”

“Was the woman who smelled like sandalwood involved?”

“Inspector,” Andy snapped.

“No. She saved Jana.”

“But before that?”

“Inspector!”

“No.”

Lucy counted up to ten and Izabel opened her eyes.

Andy looked pale, sick even. She looked at Izabel so intensely that Izabel felt small and lost and large and powerful all at once. Andy asked her, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Izabel said. “That was amazing. She knew so much.”

“That was you,” Andy said.

“What was?”

“That was you. You were talking. You said all that.”

“No,” Izabel said.

But Paz was looking at her strangely, too.

“No,” Izabel said again.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Lucy said.

“I thought it was you,” Izabel said.

“I helped.”

“I didn’t say you could do that,” Izabel said. She pushed her seat back from the table. “I didn’t say you could do that.”

“We needed the information,” Paz said.

“You knew? You knew she was going to do that?” She stood up and kept backing away from them.

“She told me what she thought might happen,” Paz said.

“It might not have happened like that,” Lucy said. “It could have been me.”

Izabel’s back hit the wall. “But it wasn’t! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You might not have come, dear,” Lucy said.

“We needed the information,” Paz said again.

Andy was up now. Izabel turned her back to them. Andy rubbed her arm.

“Did you know?” Izabel whispered.

“No,” Andy said. “I didn’t. Come back to the table.”

“Can she leave?” Izabel said, referring to Lucy but not looking at her.

Paz said, “You can leave.”