Daniel got in the truck and drove away and didn't look in the mirror. Three miles down the road, at a red light on Route 1, he realized his right hand was bleeding onto the steering wheel and that he was crying for the first time since Ruiz. He couldn't have said who he was crying for. He thought it might be all of them.
At eight-fifty-four the next morning, his phone rang. He let it ring twice, then answered, and listened to a man breathing in a parking lot, and hung up without either of them saying a word.
VII.
Children don't need to be told. Daniel had known that in theory, the way he knew a lot of things from pamphlets. He learned it for real on the fourth night.