Chapter 3Roy
Ms. Pelley was a heavy-set, tired-looking woman in a boxy suit. If the files on her desk were any indication, she was busy. Too busy to waste time or sympathy.
“I’m sorry about your family situation,” she said, looking at her papers instead of Cato, her words flat and running together. “I understand the father is deceased, and his parents. Your mother’s parents?”
“They retired to Florida,” Cato said. He still looked dazed, but was at least managing complete sentences again. “My mother doesn’t talk to them much. But I can take care of Izzy, right? I’m an adult. I’ll just move home until my mom gets back. When—I mean, how does this work? Can’t she get bail or something?”
“That’s not my department, Mr. DuFour. You’ll have to talk to the court, or your mother’s lawyer. As for
