A guard shouted, “Kid. Move back.”

But Jack raised his head, startled by the desperation in that voice. Tala reached the brink of the grave and shouted, “She isn’t dead. I saw her in a window near Old Harbor Street. She looked sad, but alive.”

The crowd gasped. Some scoffed. Others stared at Jack to see whether he would dismiss or believe.

He approached Tala carefully. “Tell me what you saw.”

Tala swallowed. “A tall lady with brown hair tied back. Her face looked like that picture. She stared out the window like she wanted someone to notice.”