He shifted his weight. “Your daughter is being processed in connection with a domestic assault incident. Adrian is cooperating fully, of course, but he is very concerned. Natalie has been struggling for some time, and tonight things became—”
“Where,” I said again, “is my daughter?”
At that moment, a door opened at the end of the hall, and a tall man in uniform stepped out holding a file.
Chief Russell Hayes.
I knew him by reputation first. Thirty years in law enforcement. Former patrol officer, then detective, then command staff. Careful speaker. A man who had once testified in my courtroom without trying to charm me, which I always appreciated.
He looked at Gavin first, then at me.
And the moment his eyes landed fully on my face, I saw it.
Recognition.
Not the social kind. Professional recognition.
His posture changed by half an inch.
That was enough.
“Judge Bennett,” he said.
“I’m retired,” I said.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Behind me, the desk sergeant straightened. Gavin’s mouth went still.
Chief Hayes came forward and offered his hand. I took it once.