Even as I outlined the plan, I fretted that it might already be too late. I hadn’t been able to tell if the scream came from a male or female throat, but it hadn’t sounded good. I decided not to dash Rafael’s hopes just yet. We should at least try to rescue Teresa—it was what I’d sworn to always do, after my last case with the Star. Keep trying, no matter what, no matter how hopeless things might seem.