"Dr. Reyes."
I opened my mouth.
I want to be exact about this, because it is the moment my life divides. I opened my mouth and the words were fully formed and sitting behind my teeth — that's Clara Vale's handwriting, I've been looking at it on cookbooks for nine days — and I got as far as the first syllable.
"My client isn't going to speculate about handwriting," said Ilana Weisz.
It was said mildly. She didn't even look up from her legal pad.
Bishop waited. She waited a long time, actually, watching me, and I sat in a plastic chair with a detective's evidence sleeve on the blanket in front of me and I did not correct my lawyer.
That's all it took. Four seconds of not speaking.
"All right," Bishop said, and drew the sleeve back, and something in the room closed.
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She was tho
