Rafe's parents had loved him. Even though his mother had hurt the family by taking her life, he'd known what it was like to feel safe and know somebody cared for him. He'd been one of the lucky ones. Her jealousy of his childhood was ridiculous. She thumbed the call button on her steering wheel and instructed the computer-voiced woman to get Harold's office on the line. Erin explained the incident with the photographer. "His pictures will probably have a time stamp," the judge said. "That with the police report will document the time. That's more than one eye witness to your whereabouts.""I didn't file charges.""But you called the police?""Them and Rafe Sirilli.""They logged their call to your house. The pictures are probably still good, but his statement and one from a federal agent will carry a lot of sway.""The photographer may not be agreeable to giving me copies.""Then have Rafe ask him."After he reiterated his instructions not to speak to the police without him at her side, Harold hung up.
