“We don’t know what happened. They’re doing everything in their power to locate your—“

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Noelle glanced up at the officers scattered around Nana Bet’s room. It looked like a bear had been sent loose on her little shoebox studio: furniture toppled over, pictures cockeyed, lamps broken, lock undone. Or, rather, a wolf. “Can we, get a moment?”

“Yeah sure, ...