"Mama, my tummy hurts," the voice said. "Mama. My head. You're sleeping on the floor. Mama, the oven's on. You said don't touch. You said."
Ingot whined. Then she barked, once, at the receiver, and the dog in the receiver yapped back.
"What is that?" Hank said. "What the hell is that thing?"
"It's a monitor," Chuy said. "It's a baby monitor. My sister's got one."
Captain Ulibarri crouched down in front of me so his face was level with mine. He put his hand over my hand, over the receiver.
"Eloy," he said. "Where's the other half of this?"
I couldn't make my mouth work. I sat there on the floor of the kitchen and the voice kept coming out of my hand, Mama, Mama, get up, and I looked at the captain and my face did the thing my grandfather's face did, the words came up and got stuck.