“This is family business now.”

“You filed a false report with my command, Richard,” I said.

“I filed an accurate report about an uninvited intruder on private property,” Richard said.

“The sheriff agreed with how we saw it.”

He opened the back door of the SUV, slid in next to Ethan, and pulled the door shut before I could answer.

I trailed the SUV four car lengths back all the way down Elm Avenue to the municipal parking garage across from the courthouse on Main Street.

The seventy-five-dollar hourly parking slip lay flat on my dashboard beside my military ID card.