Hurt huffs. “Yeah, sorry’s not going to be enough,” he says.

“You can do whatever you want with me,” Jane says. “I’m done.”

They book the stranger for murder, kidnapping, and endangering a child. Kateri walks him down to his cell after, where he refuses to eat but asks for an extra blanket. His head is sweaty, his hair damp, and his lip trembles. Kateri watches his face, and he appears to breathe rapid, shallow breaths.

She wonders for a minute if she should call medical, have him transferred to the hospital with Pearl, but before she asks him, he answers her.

“I’m fine,” he says. “Just leave me alone.”

She hands him the blanket—a rough gray wool blanket like you’d keep in a car for sitting on the ground, nothing that gives any comfort—and he wraps it around his shoulders.

“Listen,” he says.

She waits at the door.

“The law office in town has my will,” he says.

“Okay,” she says.

“I left everything to Shannon. It’s not a small amount. I don’t have any family. I want to take care of him.”

She feels a cold weight in the room, a heavy energy that appears to be filling the space.

“Just make sure he knows,” Jane says. “I don’t want to be left on a shelf.”

It’s Hurt who goes to arrest Kyle and finds him not at his own address but at his father’s house, which is a single-wide trailer with a large addition on it. Kateri has seen it. She’s heard calls there for domestic. It’s a dirt yard with dogs and baby toys, a plastic pool in the summer, a rusted-out swing set. Kyle’s father, Tim Metzger, is still in county waiting for his own arraignment.

She’s surprised that he looks a bit like Shannon. They are similarly built, but Kyle is wiry where Shannon is lithe, Kyle’s hair is a dirty dark blond where Shannon’s has a reddish hue. He’s the youngest of the five Metzger boys, who mostly grew up without their mother, who died when Kyle was still a baby.

He doesn’t want to talk. It’s late by the time Kateri meets Hurt back in the investigation room, the camera running again. Hurt announces who’s present and why they are interviewing Kyle Metzger.

“You knew Pearl Jenkins,” Hurt says.

Kyle nods, tense. He seems literally reluctant to open his mouth. “You were selling her oxycodone,” Hurt says. “How did you meet Bear Miller?”

Kyle purses his lips before he starts talking. “He came into the diner,” he says, slurry, and that’s when Kateri notices that he’s missing two teeth, recently, to the left of his front teeth.

She points to his mouth. “That happened during the struggle with Pearl,” she says.

He appears to bite down on his tongue and nods.

It was Kyle’s tooth they found, not Pearl’s.

“What happened at the house?” Hurt says.

“I couldn’t do it,” Kyle says. He slouches back in the chair, his knees wide.

“Couldn’t do what?”