Two hours later, a uniformed officer knocked loudly on my front door.

He didn’t introduce himself.

He just asked me to follow his cruiser to the station.

I sat in the waiting area for forty minutes, drinking terrible coffee from a paper cup.

Officer Reed finally called me into his office at the end of the long fluorescent hallway.

The small room had the distinct smell of old paper in wooden desks, heavy and stale.

Reed sat behind a metal desk piled high with manila folders, looking barely old enough to carry a badge.