“Captain Leah Miller?” she asked.

“That’s me,” I said.

I picked up the black pen, set the steel nib on the line above my typed name, and drew the ink across the page.

Dalton wiped the blue ink from the pad off his thumb and shut the stamp tray.

“We’ve got eight minutes before they get here,” he said.

Captain Morales checked her wristwatch and squared her yellow legal pad against the edge of the mahogany table.

“I have two investigators sitting in a car out on the street,” Morales said.