It said Ray Whitfield feared for his safety and the safety of his crew.

Paragraph six said I had threatened him in his own yard Friday afternoon in front of six roofers.

“Friday afternoon?” I said.

Deputy Ruiz tapped the signature line.

“The judge signed it at four twelve.”

At four twelve on Friday I was on the roof of the Harrison clinic with my phone off, sweating through a compressor swap.

Ray had sworn to a story that put me somewhere else.

The deputy looked past me into the shop.