"Your daughter's file has a flag on it," he said to her. "You know that?"
"Yes."
"You know why?"
"Yes."
"Is it about you?"
She looked at him. "No."
"Who is it about?"
She did not answer.
"Ms. Garvey, help me out here. I am trying to help you out. Is it about the ex-husband? The one in law enforcement?"
A long breath went out of her. "I can't," she said. "I'm sorry. I signed things. I promised people. I can't stand on a sidewalk in front of a woman with a phone and tell a stranger the story of my life. I'm sorry. I know it makes it worse. I know exactly how much worse it makes it."