How an Eight-Year-Old Girl Named Emily Reached Out for Help on Maplewood Drive
“We’ll also be filing an administrative complaint with the dispatch department this morning.
Before noon.”
No one responded.
Wayne had the complaint printed out and waiting before Claire could get her coat off the hook.
He pushed his glasses up his nose and spun the page around so it faced her.
“Protocol breach.
Failure to get supervisor confirmation before a code red classification.” He tapped the second paragraph.
“That’s your signature line.”