Ethan's phone buzzed on the mahogany desk, the commissioner's name flashing on the screen. He picked up, tension already coiling in his chest.
"She's in custody," came the voice on the other end, clipped but satisfied. "Lucy was arrested this morning. Someone tipped us off, said she was armed, dangerous. That got the warrant pushed through fast."
Ethan's brow furrowed. Who? Who made that call? He didn't ask out loud. Just muttered a gruff, "Good," before hanging up, the phone heavy in his hand.
At the same time, halfway across town, Steve was knocking gently on Mara's bedroom door.
"Stef?" His voice was soft, careful.
Inside, Mara was still tangled in the sheets, her hair a messy halo against the pillow. The room was warm with morning light, the curtains drawn just enough for the sun to slip through in golden streaks.
"Yeah?" she murmured, voice thick with sleep.
Steve stepped in, a rare smile on his face. "You're gonna want to hear this. Lucy… she's been arrested."
