There were no firearms.
Ethan didn't carry.
Marcus's team was licensed but unarmed on the property.
I had never owned a gun in my life.
"He lied,"
I said.
"He's lying right now."
Reeves looked at me with a careful, neutral expression.
He was maybe forty-five, with a tired face and reading glasses tucked into his collar.
"Ma'am, are you Claire Whitaker?"
"Yes."
"Then I need to come inside and hear this from the beginning.
And I need you to step away from that door while we talk."
Ethan didn't move.
"Detective, this is a private security matter.
Mrs.
Whitaker has the right to secure her own property."
"She does.
She also doesn't have the right to detain a physician without probable cause."
Reeves's tone was calm but flat.
"Right now, all I have is a doctor who says he's worried about his patient and a gate that won't open.
