“Say it then,” Mac said. “Whatever you think you have. Say it now.”
His voice was completely flat. Not angry. Flat in the way that was worse than angry, the way that meant something had been decided and the conversation was just the formality of getting through it.
Cloe stood two feet away and did not move. She could hear Sandra through the speaker clearly. That voice, smooth and unbothered, the voice that had called her on a pavement three weeks ago and told her to stay away from her family.
“She was investigated,” Sandra said. “Before she came to you. Marshall had a full report done on her. Did she tell you that?”
“I’ve seen the report,” Mac said. “I’ve also seen who commissioned it.”
A pause. Shorter than it should have been. “Then you know what’s in it.”
“I know everything that’s
