His voice was even, but he shifted his heavy leather watch strap with his thumb.

“A nine one one call coming from this physical address gives us reasonable grounds for an immediate welfare check,” María said.

She took another full step into the hall, past the little hall table where a ceramic bowl held two brass house keys.

“I’m the legal owner of this property,” Thomas said.

“There’s no emergency here.”

“Where’s your daughter, Mr.

Miller?” Officer Daniel Harris asked from the open doorway.