They were in the break room. Scales had been taken away. She hoped he didn’t end up on Theriot’s watch. Maureen’s right hand ached. She had filled half of her flip-top notebook with the Scales interview after it ended. Her head spun from what she’d heard. Atkinson was eager to get moving on the information. Maureen wanted her to have everything she needed. What Scales had told her was not enough. Maureen had things to say as well. “Is there some place private we can talk?” Maureen asked. She wanted to be away from the interview room. The thought of Atkinson bearing down on her like the detective had on Scales terrified her. She wished Atkinson hadn’t seen her face when Scales dropped the name Caleb Heath. She was grateful no one had been watching behind the glass, either, which she had known going into the interrogation. Atkinson had used the statutory rape accusation to get the warrant cut by the judge, glossing over the fact that Scales’s accusers had only come in to give up his location and didn’t intend to file charges.