‘I’m so sorry,’ Laura said, her voice cracking. ‘I . . . we thought he shot you as soon as we left. We tried to report it but . . .’ ‘I know.’ ‘The old man . . .’ ‘His name is Nicolae Gabor. I found his name on some papers in the house. Along with the names of all his victims. All the women he and his son raped and murdered in that place. They are here now, with us. Urging me on.’ Her eyes glinted. Laura looked at the air around Alina. She nodded. ‘I can feel them.’ ‘I have the names of all the babies too, the families they sold them to. It’s in my back pocket. Take it.’
