“Mr.
Calloway,” Reyes said.
“I’m Detective Reyes.
I have some questions about an incident from five years ago.
I’d like you to come with us.”
Daniel set his tablet down very carefully.
“What kind of incident?”
“The accident on Route 9 in October.
The one involving your daughter Chloe.”Family
A pause.
One full second.
“That case was closed,” Daniel said.
His voice was even.
Reasonable.
The voice of a man with nothing to hide.
“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.
