He hesitated.

“There may be a search warrant issue here.

You have consented to our entering and documenting your personal space.

Before anyone searches the rest of the house, we’ll make sure we have the legal authority.”

I was grateful he said it.

My confidence in rules had been battered by a husband who believed rules were tools for other people, but I had no desire to replace his arrogance with my own.

At three, I called Elaine.