“There’s a Citi branch on Madison and Seventy-First. He used to get this weird expression on his face every now and then and say he was going to get a sandwich, but Daddy hasn’t eaten lunch since I was born. Mom and I used to joke about it. We thought he had a girlfriend.” She laughs and knuckles at her swollen eyes. “Christ. A girlfriend. I’d so much rather be dealing with that right now. A secret girlfriend would be such a gift.”
I work the Citibank key off the ring. The little silver square sits in my palm, cool and innocuous. Then I look up at her. “You don’t know how helpful this could be,” I tell her solemnly.
Caroline crosses her arms tight over her cardigan. The tube sock keeps tapping. “Tell me something, Mr. Satyrin. Whoever did this to my parents… Are you going to make them so
