He Was Sure the Cops Would Believe the Polished Son-in-Law Over a Terrified Old Woman. Then I Asked Them to Look at the Fireplace

I stopped in the middle of the processing room and turned to face them both.

I was still in uniform.

I let them both take a good look at it, and at my face, before I spoke.

“Where is my mother?”

“Holding room, ma’am,” the officer said.

“The paramedics are with her now.”