Selena transforms as she approaches the door. I can see her tapping into the woman who presents to boardrooms and brushes elbows with the who's who of society. Once she's opened the door, it's with the confidence of a queen, which looks a little strange in this homely apartment.
“Can I help you, officers?" she growls the question, a haughty threat of a call to a manager built into each syllable. The officers stand at the door, hands on their hips.
“Do you know this man?" they ask. A third officer appears with Amun, listing to and fro like a drunk in his arms. I step forward, with my hands out, realizing too late that I still have the bracelet on my wrist.
The officer holding Amun notices the gold bracelet immediately, making a split-second side nod to his partners. He doesn't say anyt
