PART 2
It was not a general.
It was not a politician.
It was not someone who could make the Prescotts disappear with one
command.
I called Captain Laura Mendoza of the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police
Department.
Laura and I had served together years earlier before our careers took
different directions.
I trusted her for one reason that mattered more than friendship.
She would tell me when I was wrong.
“Victoria?”
“My adult daughter is at Mercy General with injuries. She says her
husband and members of his family assaulted her and prevented her from
leaving their guest house.”
Laura’s voice changed immediately.
“Has hospital security been notified?”
“Not yet.”
“Do that now. And don’t touch anything connected to the alleged scene.
I’ll make sure the appropriate unit is contacted.”
That was all.
No promises.
No favors.
Procedure.
Exactly what I wanted.
