I walked over to the window and looked down at the street below.

Through the snow, I could see two police cruisers parked near the emergency room entrance.

Their blue and red lights cast long, pulsing shadows across the white ground.

My phone, still in the plastic bag on the table, buzzed again.

We both stared at it.

Leo walked over and looked at the screen without touching the bag.

“It’s an incoming call,” Leo said.

“Who is it?” I asked.

The screen flashed with a number I knew by heart.

It was the landline to the Sullivan estate.

“It’s Josephine,” Leo said.

The phone kept buzzing, the vibration making the plastic bag slide slightly across the smooth wood table.

“Don’t answer it,” I said.

“I have to,” Leo said, his voice firm. “I want her to know we have the phone.”

He reached out and picked up the bag, pressing the button through the plastic.

He put the call on speaker.

“Melanie?” Josephine’s voice came through, sharp and impatient. “Why haven’t you called me back? Did you get the device?”

Leo took a deep breath.