do to protect the family. The police are probably booking her into a holding cell right now.”
I didn’t smile.
I didn’t look at Vance for validation.
I just watched the screen with the absolute freezing detachment of an executioner watching the trapdoor release.
Vance didn’t say a single word.
He didn’t need to.
He slowly reached for the heavy black radio clipped to his shoulder harness. He unhooked it, pressed the transmission button, and brought it to his mouth.
His eyes never left my phone screen.
“Dispatch, this is
