Harris came out of the glass double doors of the precinct, holding a clipboard with three yellow pages attached to it.

He walked down the concrete ramp and stopped beside us.

“Miss Bell,” Harris said.

“We have the final witness list for the grand jury.”

I took the black pen he offered and held the clipboard against the hood of the cruiser.

“Will this be presented tomorrow morning?” I asked.

“The hearing begins at nine,” Harris said.

I turned to the final page, where my name was printed in capital letters.