Judy leaned forward slightly, the realization already sitting behind her eyes.
“Mira.”
The name hung between us.
“She’s locked up,” I said.
“But she's alive,” Judy replied immediately.
That was enough.
Neither of us needed to repeat everything we already knew about her.
Mira had never needed proximity to stay dangerous.
“What do we do?” Judy asked.
“We have to confirm,” I said.
“If she’s exactly where she’s supposed to be,” Judy replied slowly, “then we’re dealing with someone else.”
“And if she isn’t…”
She didn’t finish the sentence.
She didn’t have to.
“I want to see her myself,” Judy said.
“That’s unnecessary.”
“No,” she said immediately. “It is not.”
I studied her for a moment.
“She can’t do much from inside a cell.”
“She doesn’t need to,” Judy said calmly.
Someone
