He handcuffed Liam and guided him to his cruiser, then called in the stop as routine, nothing special. No names. No details. Just a time and location that sounded like every other night. “Don’t try anything funny,” he told Liam. “Believe me, you don’t want to risk it.”
They drove to the station in silence, rain following them like a curtain. In an interview room, Vance set the compass at the center of the table. “Start from when you met him,” he said. Liam stalled a bit. Vance prepared to take notes, not as a father, but as a detective.