At 1:47 A.M., A Call From A Police Station Turned A Routine Arrest Into A Reckoning That Reached Boston

the 3:30 a.m. darkness—an imposing brick building that had probably seemed impressive once, now merely tired and institutional. I parked and took a moment to adjust my clothing, a simple black pantsuit I kept ready for emergencies, and square my shoulders.

The desk sergeant looked up as I entered, his expression a mixture of boredom and mild curiosity continue reading …