We are both quiet for a second, and then Jacob glances at me from the corner of his eye. ‘I don’t understand your voice.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘It should be angry because I made you come all the way out here. But it’s not angry. And it wasn’t angry when I talked to you at the police station, either. You treated me like I was just a friend of yours, but then you arrested me at the end, and people don’t arrest their friends.’ He clasps his hands between his knees. ‘Frankly, people don’t make sense to me.’ I nod in agreement. ‘Frankly, people don’t make sense to me, either,’ I say.
