Jay leaned forward. The chain clinked. “You ever love something so much you’d burn the world down to protect it?”
“Elena. Age seven,” Mara said. “She calls you ‘Uncle Jay.’”
“Then why?”
Mara waited.
He turned his cuffs. “Roll the tape, Detective. This episode’s just starting.”
End credits roll over a single long shot of a prison hallway, empty except for a guard’s shadow.