Claire looked at each man one at a time.
“You kicked in a private citizen’s door without showing a warrant. You entered a bedroom. You expanded the search well beyond any claim of a simple complaint. You’re already buried, and you know it.”
Kessler turned toward her so fast the beam of his light hit the ceiling.
“You some kind of lawyer?”
“No.”
Her voice stayed level.
“I just know when men are making a career-ending mistake.”
Hale’s eyes sharpened then.
He hadn’t liked her before.
Now he was afraid of her.
Dugan tried to recover first.
“Anonymous tip.”
“Anonymous tips do not give you the right to tear apart a home like this.”
Kessler stepped closer to the bed.
“You think you’re smart?”
Claire looked at the plastic bag in his gloved hand.
“I think you just planted evidence in front of two cameras and a witness.”
