The grilling Waxman had given her at the Smiley bomb site still smarted—she really didn’t think there was more she could have done to stop the unsub’s escape, and she considered herself lucky to just be walking with a limp.Lei showed her badge and was admitted to Consuelo’s room.The girl was looking better, sitting upright and reading a celebrity magazine in the sunlight coming from the window. Lei glanced at the small, high aperture above the bed—wire threaded the glass, and there was no latch to open. In the closed space of the room, a smell of socks competed with burger cooking somewhere not far away. Lei thought this setting would drive her insane in less than a week.“Hi, Consuelo.” The girl looked up but didn’t return the greeting. Lei set her phone, on Video Record, on a chair she dragged in from outside. She pointed the phone’s recording eye at Consuelo and stated the date, time, and location. She remembered from the journal that many of Consuelo’s deepest feelings were associated with movies, with the themes and stories they explored.“So, is this feeling like a scene from Girl, Interrupted?”
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