Before Izabel could respond, Andy said, “Let’s go.”

They went to the main doors and Andy pressed two buttons to call for two cars. “I’m sorry—should I have called for one? You can come with me.”

“No, it’s fine. You go home. I’ll go home.”

“You’re okay?” Andy asked.

“I feel okay.”

Andy still looked sick.

“Tell me what it was like,” Izabel said.

Andy looked at her like she might say too much.

“Tell me.”

“It was the weirdest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“I heard everything. I didn’t think it was me talking.”

“It didn’t sound like you.”

“It didn’t?”

Andy shook her head.

“Are you scared of me?”

“No. No!” Andy squeezed Izabel’s arm. “But I am scared right now.”

“It was scary.”

“It was a little scary.”

A car pulled up.

“You can take it,” Izabel said.

“Are you sure?”

Izabel nodded. She wouldn’t tell Andy, but she was going back in. She wanted to see Lucy again. She wanted to understand what had happened. She was worried Jana’s mother was in her somehow, that she was inspirited.

“Call me, okay?” Andy said, slipping on her mask.

“I will,” Izabel said.

As Izabel walked back toward the interrogation room again, Officer Evans followed her.

“You can’t go back there, ma’am.”

Izabel put up her middle finger over her shoulder and kept going. She knocked on the interrogation room door.

Paz opened it, but someone else was in the room with her and Lucy now. Paz walked out into the hall and closed the door behind her. “What is it?”

“I tried to stop her,” Officer Evans said.

“I’ve got her from here.”

“I need to talk to Lucy,” Izabel said.

“Not right now.”

“Yes, right now.” Izabel got louder. “I need to talk to her right now.”

Paz took Izabel’s shoulders and pushed her into the nearest room.

“You don’t need shit from her right, right now. She’s in there with my boss and I need you to pull yourself together.”

Izabel was shaking. “Fuck you.”

“You better remember who you’re talking to.”

Izabel started looking around the room Paz had pushed her into. It was an arms room, and there were guns, lots of guns—handguns tagged on a table, rifles upright in a rack. Izabel started to panic. “I’m not okay,” she said.

“You’re fine,” Paz said. “You’re more than fine. You were already my only witness, and now, with all that shit that just came out of your mouth, it doesn’t matter how Lucy explains it, you’re my star witness.”

Izabel shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

Paz grabbed Izabel’s head with both hands and held it still. “Yes. You are.”