He honestly appeared to care.

Unless he was allowing twelve-year-old girls to be raped in the name of marriage or allowing thirteen-year-old boys to be raped in the name of apprenticeship. Or approving the murder of anyone who disagreed with him. Or making women into slaves. Or stealing the legacies and life savings of those who believed in his smiles and lies.

Finally, she stood and gathered Brooklyn’s things. “I think it’s time Miss Brooklyn had her lunch and a nap. Say goodbye to Pastor.”

Brooklyn appeared ready to argue, but nodded. “I am tired. Can I see you tomorrow?”

“I’m here for at least six weeks,” Pastor said.

“Me too,” Brooklyn said glumly. “If I don’t die first,” she added matter-of-factly.

Coleen gasped softly, looking to Liza for confirmation.

“Your treatments are working,” Liza said. “So I’m going to call horse hockey on that, okay?”

Brooklyn grinned impishly. “Is horse hockey like bullshit?”

Liza shook her head. “And on that note, we are going back to your room.”

“Can we get a picture?” Brooklyn asked, clearly trying to delay their departure. “I like to show them to my mom when she visits.” She patted her tablet, on which she’d been watching BeDazzler videos on YouTube. “Pleeeease?”

Coleen gave Pastor a nervous look. Pastor smiled. “Of course. Just for us, though, right?”

“Oh yes,” Brooklyn said, genuinely serious. “There’s hippo stuff.”

Coleen looked confused. “Hippo stuff?”

“She means HIPAA,” Liza explained. “It protects the privacy of patients.”

“Oh.” Coleen smiled thinly. “Of course.”

“You get in the picture, too, Liza!” Brooklyn insisted.

Liza positioned herself behind the group, putting the tablet in selfie mode. “Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” Brooklyn belted out.

Liza snapped the photo, then put the tablet in Brooklyn’s bag. She’d send a copy to Agent Raeburn ASAP. “All right. It’s really time to go now. Say goodbye to Pastor, Brooklyn.”

The child waved merrily at Pastor and Coleen. “Goodbye! See you tomorrow!”

See you in hell, Liza thought, but made herself smile. “Tomorrow.”

She pushed Brooklyn back to her room, thinking that was all she’d see of Pastor for the day. She got Brooklyn’s lunch and sat down with her tablet, as Brooklyn had access to the Internet. Liza didn’t know who was monitoring usage and didn’t want to get caught.

“Brooklyn, do you want to send this picture to your mom?”

“Yes, please. Her e-mail address is under Mom.”

Liza found the contact and blind carbon copied herself before sending, then deleted the e-mail from the sent folder. She knew from Tom that a simple delete didn’t permanently delete a file, but it would be gone at a cursory glance.

She was encouraging Brooklyn to eat her lunch when Nurse Innes arrived a half hour later.

“Miss Barkley? May I have a word? In private?”

Shit. What had she done? Had she been found out? Had they seen the e-mail she’d sent? “Of course. Brooklyn, I need you to stop playing with that food and actually eat some of it. You need your energy if we’re going to BeDazzle again.”