“My sister-in-law. She disappeared about the time you were getting out of police custody.”

“Wasn’t me.”

He sounded thoughtful, though. Beside me, Kara perked up immediately.

“Is she a Second?”

“Of course not! She grew up right near me in Dorf.”

Neither one of them replied, but Kara was clearly thinking.

Annoyed, I said, “Why would you even ask that? She’s a normal woman. A great big bitch, yeah, but normal.”

Kara answered. “Well, one thing we’ve wondered is whether the green man you photographed might be what came through the strait. Green men are often bounty hunters — fucking good ones, too. If your sister-in-law took off right about then …”

“No, the picture I took —”

“Did you show her your pictures?” Williams asked.

That stopped me, and not just because it was a complete sentence.

“Yeah. I did.”

It was hard to say the next words because I knew they’d latch onto them.

“She freaked out.”

“What do you mean?” Kara said. “Don’t leave anything out.”

Exactly what I was afraid of — she sounded as keen as a hound on a three-legged squirrel.

I described my visit to Justine’s house, how frightened she’d seemed, and how I’d gotten scared myself and had driven off.

“Damn,” Williams said.

“Yeah, totally,” Kara said.

“What?”

“That’s textbook pre-sighted stuff — you couldn’t see what she was, but you sensed her otherness, and it scared you. Used to happen to me all the time until I started seeing through.”

That was the kind of thing Graham had been talking about on the way home from Denny’s.

But seriously? Justine?

“Look, I know this stuff seems to fit together, but it’s just not possible. I mean, I’ve known her as long as I can remember. She lived around the block from us. She babysat me when she was a teenager.”

“A lot of Seconds can create very convincing disguises. Pretending to be a child wouldn’t be hard.”

I shook my head. “But I’ve never had that kind of reaction around her before, even though I have panic attacks constantly.”

Kara shrugged. “That is strange, but I still think there’s a good chance she’s a Second.”

“Callie,” I said, “I’m sure you’ve met Justine. You’d have noticed if she was different, right?”

Everyone in the car looked expectantly at Callie.

She shifted uncomfortably. “Beth is right — I’ve met Justine, and I never saw anything strange. If she’s a demon, her true form is beyond my perception.”

“So she’s not a Second.” I paused to make sure I had Graham’s explanations straight in my mind. “If she were using a half-working, Callie would’ve seen through it, and if she were using a full working, it would’ve looked like some kind of disturbance in reality. Right?”