But we are still a family.”

“You left them to show me you knew where I worked,” I said.

Sloan made a sharp mark in her book, the sound of the paper tearing slightly in the quiet room.

“We will keep these keys as part of the case file,” Harris said.

“We need a moment with our client,” Cole said, rising from his chair.

The hallway outside the conference room was narrow, lined with green plastic chairs and framed portraits of past police chiefs.

I stood near the cold water fountain, holding a paper cup that sat heavy in my hand.