It all fit. The young couple I’d seen earlier that day had probably boosted the religious recordings—and their nice conservative clothes—to use as a ruse to get elderly folk like Mama G to open their doors. I imagined them charming their way into her kitchen, then trashing things in an effort to scare her into telling them where her valuables were hidden. Except that neither she nor Rafael had any. Mama G, in her confused state, was blending the apocalyptic message she’d read on the case with the violence she had just experienced. No wonder she was terrified to the point of being incoherent.