She slid the bag over anyway, and we sat on the floor with our backs against the wall where the couch will go.

“Captain Behrens took my statement twice,” I said.

“He kept asking if I understood I could withdraw the complaint any time before Monday.”

“And you told him?”

“That I understood.”

Rachel tapped her pen against her chin twice, the way she does before she says the thing she has been holding since noon.

“You told him no.”

I told her I had told him no.