“Catalina, I suppose!” The others had left to get things ready for the road, and I was left sitting in the office, still trying to make sense of these latest revelations. Either Lyon was a very good liar, or he really had no idea what his daughter was up to. I didn’t get the sense that he cared enough about what anyone else thinks to hide behind falsehoods, but the alternative is too preposterous to believe.

I’m supposed to accept that a ten-year-old child has the mental ...