Luke took a stumbling step backward.

“Officers — wait.

Wait.

This is a private family matter, there’s been a misunderstanding, I’m a corporate partner at Vance and Associates, I can—”

“You have the right to remain silent,” the officer said, without heat, taking Luke by the arm.

And the handcuffs closed with a sound that I felt in my teeth, a small metallic finality that ended, in an instant, six years of a life I had thought I understood.