She must’ve looked rattled, or maybe it was plain she was an out-of-towner, because once they reached the church’s basement an elderly woman put a hand on Keller’s arm. “Don’t worry, dear. We get these all the time.”

After a few minutes, mourners filled the entire basement. Keller stood near a bulletin board pinned with announcements—community bake sales, an AA meeting schedule, a poster for the Cub Scouts—and tried not to knock over the folded metal chairs leaning against the wall. Looking for Matt, she scanned the crowd.

In the far corner, a small group huddled around Matt’s aunt. A black woman stood next to Cindy, and Keller could make out someone’s head—the grandfather, probably—who was sitting down. She didn’t see Matt.

In the other corner, she spotted a group of college-aged kids, an interesting ensemble. A drop-dead gorgeous blonde, a mischievous-looking Indian kid, a Korean guy who was so tall that he had to crouch to avoid his head hitting the ceiling, a black kid with kind eyes, and a tiny woman with mascara that had run down her face. Matt’s friends from NYU, she assumed. Matt wasn’t with them, either.

She needed to talk to him. It was the absolute worst time to tell him about his brother, but she didn’t want him learning about the attack from the feed on his phone. She was becoming an expert at delivering bad news to Matt Pine.

She looked over to another small crowd. The governor was standing in the center, holding court. The only surprise was that there was no camera on him. No footage for the sequel to “A Violent Nature,” though Keller imagined the aunt had banned the Adlers from the ceremony. The minister was making his way through the mourners to speak to the governor.

“All right, folks,” the governor said in a loud voice, slicing through the noise. The minister was standing next to him. “The warning has been lifted. If I can ask everyone to head back upstairs.” He directed an arm to the stairwell. “Single file, please.”

The crowd parted to let Matt’s grandfather and aunt head up first. Led by a caregiver, the grandfather looked disoriented, confused.

Keller watched everyone else go as she looked for Matt, hoping she could pull him aside. No, she decided, she’d ask him to meet her after the services. Wait until then to tell him about his brother. She checked her phone to see if Danny’s attack had made the news. Nothing yet.

Two emails, back-to-back, grabbed Keller’s attention. First, the liaison had sent the prison visitor log for Danny Pine. She could review that later. Second, the computer team had found who had sent the video of the party to the Free Danny Pine site—a local Adair woman whose name Keller didn’t recognize.