The Somerset Police Department looked exactly like every cop show Kimberly had ever researched for her podcast. Fluorescent lights that made everyone look slightly ill, scuffed linoleum floors, and the persistent smell of burnt coffee and stress.

Tasha sat beside her in the waiting area, scrolling through her phone but clearly on high alert. They'd arrived fifteen minutes early, both of them running on little sleep and too much caffeine.

"Remember," Tasha said quietly. "Your mom called about ...