Chapter 2: The Paper Fortress

I engaged the heavy brass security chain before turning the new deadbolt.

The door cracked open three inches, revealing two uniformed officers standing on my pristine welcome mat.

One was a seasoned veteran with a graying mustache; the other, a fresh-faced rookie. Both wore expressions of practiced, neutral severity. The older officer tipped the brim of his hat.

“Good morning, ma’am. Are you Olivia Bennett?” “I am.” He exchanged a fleeting, unreadable glance with his young partner.

“Mrs. Bennett, we caught a dispatch call early this morning. A complaint filed by your husband. We need to step inside and ask you a few questions.” I didn’t flinch.

“I’m Officer Daniels,” the older cop said, holding up his badge. “This is Officer Ruiz.” I slid the chain free and pulled the heavy oak door wide. “Please, gentlemen. Come in.”