If he was surprised that Wednesday by the early-morning telephone call from the Sheriff’s Department, and if he wondered about a version of events other than the one he had heard from his wife and daughter, he kept it to himself. “We’ll have her there,” he said brusquely. “Have you talked with Deena about what happened at school?” Estelle asked. “Sure. And I heard about yesterday with the Acosta girl. You close to an arrest?” “We’re making progress,” Estelle replied, and let it go at that. “We’ll see you at seven-thirty, then.” “We’ll be there,” Hurtado said, and hung up. Across the kitchen, Francisco and Carlos industriously tackled their generous breakfast. As she put down the phone, Estelle watched the two boys, enjoying the intensity of a discussion about whether raisins should float on top of an island of oatmeal or be mixed in. Dr. Francis Guzman had left the house already, headed for his early rounds at Posadas General Hospital before the day at the clinic began.
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