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

Tyler rose quickly to his feet, and I crossed the room and embraced him, feeling the slight tremor in his body that betrayed his fear despite his attempts to appear composed.

“We’ll speak privately,” I told the hovering Peterson. “You were just leaving to arrange for medical attention and to gather the complete case file for my review.”

Once the door continue reading …