“That was different.”
“How?”
“I was right.”
Detective Ruiz almost smiled.
Then her phone rang.
The smile disappeared.
She answered.
“Ruiz.”
Her expression sharpened.
“When?”
Liam and I watched her.
“Don’t touch anything. I’m coming down.”
She ended the call.
“What happened?” I asked.
Ruiz looked at me.
“Your attorney is here.”
I frowned.
“Rachel?”
“No.”
“I only have one attorney.”
“Apparently, someone downstairs has documents showing otherwise.”
Twenty minutes later, a woman named Evelyn Shaw entered my room.
She was in her late sixties, with silver hair cut neatly at her jaw and a dark green coat still wet from the rain.
She carried no briefcase.
Only a small leather folder.
Liam stayed beside my bed.
Detective Ruiz stood near the door.
Evelyn looked at me for several seconds.
Then her shoulders lowered.
“You have Arthur’s eyes.”
I did not respond.
People had told me that my entire life.
