Roland adjusted slightly, fingers closing tightly around the clipboard he held.
The suspect flashed a glance at Taylor's phone on the table, jaws locking tightly.
“Mommy,” the little girl's voice sounded in the background of the phone call. “Mommy, is something wrong?”
The suspect adjusted in his seat. “That's my kid sis,” he said, voice tightening as he sat upright. “You have to let me talk to her.”
Taylor ignored the man, holding his steady gaze on the phone. “Detective Ralph. I need the girl on call.”
“Right, I'm on it,” Ralph answered. The sounds of footsteps sounded over the phone and then his voice came through once more.
“Hey kid, what's your name?”
The line fell silent for a second.
“Mommy.”
“Just answer the detective’s question,” the woman's voice sounded in the bac
