My sister rang at eight minutes past midnight and told me to kill the lights, get into the attic, and not tell my husband. Through a gap in the floorboards I watched him hand a stranger three passports.
PART 1 — EIGHT MINUTES PAST Ven’s name came up at 12:08 and for about a second I thought about letting it ring. Devlin was asleep next to me. Rain on the windows. The monitor…









