The ink went down darker than the printed type, and she noticed it, for no good reason at all.

“Desk suspension, temporary, pending review,” Wayne said.

“Ten years, and it all comes down to a form with your name typed on it.” He leaned back.

“A county investigator called while you were in court.

Ruth Cole.

She wants your call log tonight, suspension or no suspension.”

“What would the county want with my log?”

“She didn’t say.