“Oh Jordan, you can’t arrest Pierre! He’s all they have. Stealing the paintings from the gallery in Laguna Beach was wrong, but maybe there’s a higher law working here. Please, please don’t arrest him. Can’t you do something to stop this investigation?”“Let me think about it. Believe me, I don’t feel any better about this than you do.”“No, you don’t understand,” she said between gulping sobs. “Yes, the Younts are very sad, but they’re saints. Let me tell you what I saw in the barn.” She paused, as the memory of what she had seen came flooding back to her.She tried to talk again. “Remember, when we got out of the car, I told you I thought I heard children’s voices? Well, when I was in the kitchen beginning to put away the groceries, I walked out to the trash barrel and again I thought I heard children’s voices. I followed the sound to the barn and opened the door and, and…”Elena was crying so hard that Jordan had no choice but to pull the car over on the shoulder of the highway.
