“No, but I’m telling you what I think. Also, the prints are larger, and my guess is they belong to a man. It was a good lift,” she said, and he caught the pride in her voice. Jane was a master at lifting fingerprints. He’d once seen her get a usable print off an old brick. “I digitized everything and sent it to our expert for further analysis. I think you’re going to find that those fingerprints on the glass belong to someone besides the driver.”

“The question is, who?” Antonio said.

“That’s your job,” Jane told him. “I’m just showing you what I found.”

*   *   *

Vanessa’s sister didn’t answer her door, but the TV was on and Antonio saw a Roomba buzzing around the living room floor. He rang the bell again and glanced down the tree-lined street just as a school bus rumbled past the stop sign.

A woman and kids turned the corner. Even from two houses away, Antonio recognized Kate Morris from her driver’s license picture. Two little girls with backpacks walked alongside her while another girl in pigtails rode in the wagon Kate pulled behind her.

Kate spotted Antonio and halted. Her gaze darted to the unmarked police car parked in front of her house.

Shit.

He walked down the sidewalk to meet her. She had the same coloring as her sister—auburn hair and blue eyes—but her skin looked ghostly pale as she stopped in front of her house.

“Kate Morris?”

She nodded.

“I’m Antonio Peña.” Something told him not to mention police in front of her children. “We talked on the phone earlier.”

He glanced at the two girls with backpacks, who were eyeing him curiously. They looked to be seven or eight and were so close in height, they could be twins.

“Girls, take Sylvie inside,” Kate said, handing off the wagon.

Still watching him, one of the older girls towed the wagon up the walk. The kids went inside, and Kate turned to look at him.

“No news or anything,” Antonio said.

Her shoulders sagged.

“Sorry to just drop by. You said you’d be home today, so—”

“No, it’s fine. Come in. I appreciate you not saying you’re with the police.”

“Sure.”

“I haven’t told the girls about all this.”

She started up the sidewalk, and he followed. She wore an oversized T-shirt and black leggings, and her hair was pulled up in a long ponytail. She grabbed a pink sippy cup from the wagon before ushering him inside.

“Excuse the mess,” she said.

“It’s fine.”

She smiled, and he was struck by how young she looked to have so many kids. Despite her resemblance to Vanessa, she looked oddly younger—maybe because she wasn’t wearing any makeup.