“Please, tell them to stop.”

He watched me, waiting for me to shout or lecture him.

He expected me to play the big sister who cleaned up his messes.

I just looked at his inked thumb.

Then I turned on my heel and walked out of the processing room.

At 1200 hours I stood in the dim observation room beside the main holding area.

Agent Hayes leaned against the wall next to me.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.