Chapter 12: The Sealed Name

At six seventeen Wednesday morning, the unmarked sedan had already exposed three lies Su told herself. She was not tired. The hazelnut coffee Hollis had left on her desk counted as breakfast. Sitting beside Mo for several hours would not complicate anything. He studied her over the lid of his black coffee. "Don't," she said. "I have said nothing." "Your face has." "My face remained where it was." They sat across from Redwood Harbor Municipal Aquatics, boxed between a delivery truck and a landscaping van. Chlorine breathed from the glass doors whenever swimmers emerged in team jackets. Their wet hair darkened the shoulders. Lili had given Mo a charcoal coat long enough to cover the police transmitter at his waist. His hair was tied low. He sat too straight for surveillance, knees clear of the dashboard, hands open around his cup. The source packet lay folded between them. Su drank…