She unclasped the metal pin on the back of Owen’s badge.

She leaned over the center console and pushed the sharp pin straight through the left lapel of his navy jacket.

The cheap fabric resisted the metal for a second before giving way.

She fastened the clasp and smoothed the fabric flat against his collar.

“Pin it straight, Owen.

We’re walking in there with our heads up,” Claire said.

Owen looked down at the bright blue plastic resting against his chest.

He sat up a little taller against the worn upholstery and dropped his arms to his sides.