Captain Samuel Holt picked up on the first ring.

“Holt here,” he said.

“Captain, this is Lieutenant Commander Carter.

Collins served an emergency order at the house forty minutes ago.”

A long silence hung on the line, broken only by the faint whir of a printer somewhere in the background at the depot.

“I’m looking at a certified packet from Bradley Collins’s office,” Holt said.

“He’s attached the police response log from your parents’ house, plus a sworn statement from your father.”

“My father lied in that statement, Captain.