Then he turned back to me and lowered his voice a notch.

“Ma’am, I need you to leave the property today.

If I get called back here, someone’s getting a citation for a domestic disturbance, and I’d rather it not be the person holding the deed.”

“You’re telling me to leave my own house.”

“I’m telling the person who doesn’t have a judge’s signature to leave.

Go get that signature.”

Trent crossed his arms and studied the ceiling fan.

Halloran wrote in his notepad, tore off the page, and pressed the case number into my hand.