BY THE SECOND HOUR, I was seriously regretting my decision to be thorough. Which was nothing compared to what I was feeling after the third hour. Then the fourth. And so on.
Pradip pasted a congenial smile on his face, but every now and again his eye would twitch, giving away his unhappiness. Hayley, on the other hand, engaged our witnesses in conversation with enthusiasm. It was weird, because this was more Pradip’s thing than Hayley’s.
But then, Pradip was kind of a whiner.
I did make sure to pay attention when Elissa and her father, Matten, came up. And they came up a lot—even if someone didn’t mention them outright, they could usually tell me something if I asked about them.
“Matten and his little girl,” one man mused. “Cute kid. Very curious. They never stayed in the same place fo
