“Did she tell you what she has hidden in that duplex?”

“She called dispatch twelve minutes ago,” Reed said, taking a notebook out of his pocket.

“She says you were on her porch making threats and took personal property from her house.”

“She has my daughter,” I said, my fingers pressing hard against my collarbone.

Reed looked down at the driveway, clicked his pen once, twice, and put it away.

“Paul was an honorable man, Megan.

We all know what you went through, but you can’t be chasing that woman down her driveway.”