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 ...