Rebecca picked up the black desk phone, dialed a number from memory, and held the receiver to her ear.

“This is Detective Rebecca Miller,” she told the person on the line.

“I need to speak with the duty judge.”

She waited, tapping her pen against the base of the phone.

The digital clock on the cinderblock wall clicked over to seventeen thirty.

Marcus pulled out one of the metal chairs and sat down across from me.

“My youngest girl has a rabbit just like that,” Marcus said quietly.

“We bought it for her second birthday.”