ackie stared at the drunk man in the holding cell. This wasn’t his case. After the way that last one had gone, he wasn’t sure he’d be working a solo case for a while. But he lingered, because there was something very familiar about the man’s face.

“I’m telling you, I’m a senator!”

That gave Mackie pause. A senator. The same senator whose daughter I had in that cell?

“I don’t care if you’re the pope,” one of the other officers said. “We can’t let you go until you’ve sobered up.”

“Not to mention the charges…”

“Charges?” For a man who still couldn’t stay on his feet, the senator did an impressive job of sounding irate. “This wasn’t me. It was the girls! My daughter. Sawyer Taft…”

“Taft,” Rodriguez repeated. “Hey, rookie. Was she one of the ones… ?”

Mackie cleared his throat. “Sawyer Taft has been with me for the past hour and a half.”