Chapter 67

I clear my throat, trying to shake the haze. “It’s about Sara.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “As in your ex-wife?” “Yes. She’s out on parole.” “Hold on,” he says. “Didn’t she get like ten years?” “Fifteen,” I correct him. “It’s been five. She’s out.” “Wow.” His tone shifts. “That’s… unexpected.” “Yeah, no shit,” I say. “Why is she out?” There’s the sound of typing in the background, Jerome’s fingers flying across a keyboard, most likely. “Hang on. What’s her last name again?” “González.” “Got it. Sara González. Child endangerment, vehicular manslaughter, reckless driving. Hmm.” He pauses, and I can hear him exhale. “Got out on the 11th of November. Says here: Good behavior.” The words hit like a freight train. “What?” “Good behavior,” he repeats, like he’s reading off a grocery list. “That’s the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard,” I snap, my grip tightening on the phone. “Good behavior? That’s the reason?” “Don’t kill the messenger,” Jerome says. “Look, it’s unusual, su