"Excuse me, sir," The cop said. "Do you live here?"
"Y-yes." He choked out.
"Are you Mr Bernard Holloway?"
"Y-yes."
"Good evening, Mr Holloway," The cop went on, his voice expressionless. "I was wondering if we could go inside and have a talk. My partner is waiting in there. With your daughter."
"Y-yes."
"Perhaps you'd like to park your car."
"Y-yes."
Somehow Bernie managed to pull into the driveway, though he was sure it was at a terrible angle. Everything seemed very difficult. It even took him a long time to get the keys out of the ignition. When he stepped out on shaking legs the cop was standing there, grave and expressionless. In the dim light Bernie could see a hard plain face, emotionless eyes.
"Let's go inside, shall we?" The cop said.
Bernie nodded, defeated, letting th
