I clear my throat, trying to shake the haze. “It’s about Sara.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “As in your ex-wife?”
“Yes. She’s out on parole.”
“Hold on,” he says. “Didn’t she get like ten years?”
“Fifteen,” I correct him. “It’s been five. She’s out.”
“Wow.” His tone shifts. “That’s… unexpected.”
“Yeah, no s**t,” I say. “Why is she out?”
There’s the sound of typing in the background, Jerome’s fingers flying across a keyboard, most likely. “Hang on. What’s her last name again?”
“González.”
“Got it. Sara González. Child endangerment, vehicular manslaughter, reckless driving. Hmm.” He pauses, and I can hear him exhale. “Got out on the 11th of November. Says here: Good behavior.”
The words hit like a freight train. “What?”
“Good behavior,” he repeats, like he’s readi
