The screen said Claire was calling from her office.

I put the foam cup down on a low wooden table and picked up.

“The court clerk has officially logged the emergency order,” Claire said.

“They took her in twenty minutes ago,” I said.

“I just got the forensic document report,” Claire said.

She tapped her glasses on her legal pad.

I could hear the sharp tapping through the phone.

“Yesterday afternoon Brenda Brooks sent the original intake waiver to the examiner,” Claire said.