“They told us not to,” Izabel said, holding Jana back from the bed. “But we used to, and she never remembered. She doesn’t know. She’s only sleeping.”

“That’s stupid. You sound stupid. You can hear her, can’t you?”

“Please, Jana. There’s nothing we can do.”

Jana dropped to the floor.

“What would you have us do?” Izabel pleaded.

“I don’t know,” Jana said.

“It might be nothing,” Izabel said.

“It might be nothing,” Jana repeated.

“Let’s get you to bed now,” Izabel said.

Jana got up and left the room without her.

Kaito whispered, “We’ll know in the morning.”

But Izabel didn’t respond. She went to her purse, touched the tip of her middle finger to the gun’s grip, and then she stuck one of the orange-tasting pills on her tongue.

Jana ran into their room in the morning. It was the first time she’d come in while they were asleep. “Izabel!” she said. “Kaito!” She was holding a tablet.

“What is it?” Kaito said.

“He did kill again last night. Is this your old street? Is this where you lived?” she asked, crawling onto the bed to show them.

Kaito said, “I don’t have my contacts in—give it to Izabel.”

Izabel looked at it. Her voice came out gravelly: “It is.” She sat up and took a drink of water. It was the house to the right of theirs. They knew them. They were a couple about their age. They had twins, a little older than Cami. Two boys. Not identical. One came out looking like the mother and one the father. The mother had told Izabel that twins ran in their family, and she cried talking about her twin uncles, who had died when the trees turned.

“So Cami wasn’t dreaming,” Jana said.

“We don’t know that,” Izabel said, still sounding hoarse.

“But she said—or whoever she was talking to said—he was on your old street and he killed them, and he did. It’s right here.”

Kaito and Izabel didn’t say anything.

“Call the police!” Jana said. “Call Inspector Paz!”

“And tell her what?” Izabel said. “My four-year-old dreams vague details of the attacks?” It came out meaner than she meant it.

Jana started to cry. “You have to do something.”

“If it were information we could call in, we would,” Kaito said.

“Last night she said which street!”

“But that was the first time,” Kaito said.

“Wait,” Jana said. “You knew about my family? Is that why you were there?”

“No,” Izabel said.

“Don’t lie to me!”

“I’m not lying.” Izabel’s voice was clearing up now. “That was by chance. I was out. Kaito was at home with Cami.”

“And Cami,” Kaito said, “mostly just screamed, because Izabel was there, and she thought he was going to kill her.”

“We don’t know that,” Izabel said.

“How many times has she done this?” Jana asked.