There was only a woman recovering her own property under a court order, and two people who had stolen from her and put her in a hospital.

The cleaner my hands, the dirtier theirs looked by contrast.

My restraint was not mercy.

It was framing.

I left his golf clubs exactly where they stood because leaving them made the emptiness around them an accusation, and an accusation in his own handwriting is worth more than anything I could have carried out those doors.

Chapter 16 — Access Denied