“It’s been reopened,” Reyes said.
Daniel looked at me.
Not at Ava.
At me.
And in that look was everything — the calculation, the search, the rapid assessment of how much I knew and how I’d gotten there.
“Ellen,” he said.
“What is this?”
“I think you should answer the detective’s questions,” I said.
Something shifted in his expression.
The reasonableness thinned.
“I want to call my lawyer,” he said.
“You’re welcome to do that,” Reyes said.
“We can speak at the station.”
Daniel didn’t move immediately.
He looked at Ava, who was standing very still beside the kitchen counter, her cereal untouched.
“You did this,” he said to her.
His voice had dropped to something quieter and more dangerous.
“After everything we gave you.
After everything this family—”
“Mr.
Calloway.” Reyes stepped forward.
“Let’s go.”
Daniel looked back at me one more time.
I held his gaze and didn’t look away.
