Reeves looked at the sideboard.
"Do you have the pill?"
I put my hand in my pocket.
I had been holding it since the dining room, closed in my fist, warm from my skin.
"No,"
I said slowly.
"I left it on the table."
We all turned.
The dining table was empty.
The bottle was gone too.
Así fue el dibujo de Lily, y también lo fue el papel que había puesto al lado: la impresión que Priya me había dado, el que mostraba el registro de auditoría y la marca de tiempo eliminada.
El aparador estaba limpio.
The study door was open.
Priya's laptop was on my desk where she had left it, but the screen was black and the mouse was resting beside the keyboard, and the room was quiet in a way that made my ribs tighten.
The evidence was gone.
Marcus was at the living room door in two strides.
