“No criminal referral,” I said.

“Nothing filed against Brandon.”

Halloran had his pen out before Arthur could say a word.

“I want my son to grow up in a peaceful home, not with a father in prison,” I said.

Arthur turned a page he had already turned once.

“Draft it.

By Friday.”

The elevator doors closed on Halloran, and Arthur held the pad open to a page he hadn’t written on.