The yellow cardstock visitor badge printed by the night guard fluttered on its blue lanyard against her light green jacket as she moved down the corridor.

“She used an expired temporary pass printed at the front desk,” Officer Hansen said, tapping a logbook that sat next to his keyboard.

Detective Miller clicked his tongue against his teeth as he looked over the handwritten notes on his clipboard.

“The night guard confirmed she gave a false statement at the front counter,” Miller said.

“Is that your mother, Mrs.

Bennett?”