“You handcuffed your own commander?” someone demanded after a tense roadside stop in the rain. What seemed like a routine incident quickly unraveled, and the mistake ended up destroying the careers of two officers involved.

I almost smiled.

It was the kind of description that could apply to half the neighborhood, especially at that hour, especially in that weather. But I didn’t challenge him. Not yet.

“Where was this supposed incident?” I asked.

Calloway’s expression tightened slightly, as if the question itself annoyed him. “Don’t worry about that. Just keep your hands where I can see them.”

I raised my hands slowly.