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I stretched out on the sofa, but sleep was an impossible dream. I sat up when Robin opened the door. Strain showed on her face. Fatigue and what looked like anger.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“After midnight.”

I noticed all of the things that were not right: red mud on her shoes, a leaf tangled in her hair. Her face was flushed, with spots of brighter color in the hollow places. The kitchen lamp put pinpricks in her eyes.

Something was very wrong.

“I have to ask you a question,” she said.

I leaned forward. “Ask,” I said.

She perched on the edge of the coffee table. Our knees were close, but we did not touch. “Did you see Grace today?”

“Did something happen to her?” Adrenaline jolted through me.

“Just answer me, Adam.”

My voice was too loud. “Did something happen to her?”