First message
Dean walks into booking to find two officers quietly debating conflicting statements. Between them sits a young woman in silence, her lip swollen and her knuckles split. “What happened?” “Bar fight. She says the other woman hit first. Other girl says the opposite.”
Dean takes the report, his eyes briefly passing over her injuries before dropping to the page. Then he reaches her surname. He pauses. “Hyde?”
His gaze returns to her, slower.
“Tell me you’re not Officer Hyde’s daughter