“Mrs. Strand,” Terrence said quietly. “There’s a Duluth police officer on the way. You can wait for her here. Or you can wait in my office. Your choice.”
“You can’t—” Pamela said. “I didn’t—that’s not—”
“You can wait here,” Terrence said. “Or my office.”
Pamela looked around.
At the crowd. At the phones. At twenty people filming her the way she’d filmed Henry.
At Zoe.
Zoe was standing next to me. Still holding the Lucky Charms.
Looking right at her.
Not crying anymore.
Just looking.
Pamela saw her.
“You,” she said.
Zoe didn’t move.
“You’re the kid,” Pamela said. “You told them. Didn’t you? You were—you were spying—”
“I was looking for Lucky Charms,” Zoe said.
Her voice was steady.
“And I saw you push the cart,” Zoe said. “And I saw you set up your phone first. And I saw you smile.”
