Eve looked at the library table.
At the notes. The open books. The shape of a forty one year investigation arriving at three names and one location.
"Can you get to her," Eve said.
"I think so," Vessa said. "Not directly. She'll run if she thinks it's connected to any of this." She paused. "She needs to feel safe before she talks. She needs to believe that coming forward won't kill her."
"Can you make her believe that," Eve said.
Vessa looked at her.
"No," she said. "Not alone." She held Eve's gaze. "But you can."
Eve looked back at her.
