Hale capped his brass pen and put it in his pocket.

The captain wrote something on a form and handed it to Hale.

“We serve the warrants tonight,” the captain said.

“I’ll need two deputies at the courthouse and one at the hospital.”

At seven forty I stood in the Fairview station parking lot.

The lot was nearly empty, the streetlight above the evidence bay making a yellow circle on the asphalt.

A white cruiser pulled in first, then a second, then a third.