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

a wave of cold dread through me. I’d never met the man, but Tyler’s reluctant comments over recent weeks had built a clear enough picture: someone who used his position as a municipal officer to throw his weight around, who had moved Jennifer and Tyler to Portland with a speed that had unsettled me even at a distance.

“Which station?” I asked, already continue reading …