“I suppose I can tell you now.” Blake’s voice startles me out of my reveries. She leans back in the couch, the book neglected on her lap, her eyes distant as she stares at the room’s opposite corner. “I broke the phone.” There’s a second’s pause, then Hutch’s incredulous “What?” “It was an accident.” She lifts her shoulders into a half-hearted shrug. “I stepped on it. And then I knew you’d all accuse me of trying to destroy evidence, so I kicked it under the chair. So sue me.”
