I rubbed my right thumb over my knuckles.

The metal detector beeped as a man in a gray suit stepped through the archway.

He emptied his pockets into a plastic tray.

“Has her lawyer entered a plea?” I asked.

“Not officially,” Officer Vance said.

“But they got in touch with the prosecutor this morning.

They’re going to push for immediate probation on the grounds of sudden domestic stress.”

I kept my voice perfectly even over the noise of the lobby.