Just five minutes.”

“You are not going back in that house,” the supervisor said.

He unclipped his cuffs and closed them around Mark’s wrists with two sharp snaps.

Vanessa gasped, stepped all the way onto the sidewalk, and turned her back on him.

“Officer Hale,” the captain said, pointing toward the sedan parked in the driveway.

“Give them ten minutes to load their personal items from the front room.”

“Ten minutes, sir?” Hale asked.