Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

Detective Marcus Hale’s office was the size of a supply closet, with a space heater and a fan both running, and he was tapping his brass pen on the ring of his notebook when I came in.

“Sit,” he said.

“Mind the box.”

“Where’s the warrant?”

He let a long pause go by.

“On Judge Barrett’s desk, or his clerk’s.

Barrett’s at a conference in Savannah until Thursday.”

“Today is Tuesday.”