Caller Unknown

The coach doesn’t leave for a very long time, and Simone sits there, her body as small as possible, and thinks about Lucy. Simone watches it again, hoping to spot some clue. Maybe it is for around here.’ Simone thanks God the police think they’re in Houston; they must think nobody would be foolish enough to hide here. Simone watches the closed door for several moments, until the strip of light underneath it goes from bright yellow to a dim orange, and then, finally, to black.