Sloan adjusted her dark jacket, her eyes scanning the street behind me before she looked back at my face.

“If you feel threatened, you might want to consider staying with a friend or a coworker.”

“I don’t have friends who can hide me from my father,” I said.

“Then you need to decide what your limits are,” Sloan said, stepping back into the passenger side of the car.

“We are doing everything we can, but the system moves slowly.”

The patrol car pulled away from the curb, its red tail lights disappearing into the dark stretch of the avenue.