You took my father, and now you’re throwing me to the wolves!”

“I am showing you the door,” I said, unblinking. “What’s waiting outside it is entirely your own creation.”

“You arrogant bitch,” she spat.

Before Officer Daniels could step between us, Madison pivoted. She wasn’t going for me.

On the mantel above the kitchen’s brick fireplace sat a heavy antique brass nautical compass, encased in polished mahogany. It had belonged to Robert’s grandfather, a naval officer, and it was the one possession Robert cherished above all others.

He polished it every Sunday.