I slept until two in the afternoon.
Eight hours of the specific, total sleep that followed extended physical and emotional exertion, the kind that arrived completely and departed completely and left the mind cleaner than it had been before. I woke to the sound of the house at its mid-afternoon pace, the particular quietness of a Saturday when the family was present but dispersed, each person in their own orbit, the shared space of the household functioning without requiring collective performance.
I lay still for a few minutes, looking at the ceiling, taking stock.
The federal investigation was in motion. Victor’s cooperation was established. The documentation was in federal custody and beyond anyone’s capacity to manage or suppress. Sophia Reyes was in Las Cruces with Marsh’s contact i
