Pike's eyes moved to Camille. "You think this ends because he knows your face?"
"No," she said. "I think it begins because you knew who I was and continued."
Kerr ordered him out.
Jordan arrived soon afterward, carrying Camille's cut riding jacket in a clear hospital bag and a handwritten receipt from the gas station manager. The exterior recordings had been locked against automatic deletion. Jordan placed the receipt on Camille's blanket, but did not embrace her.
"The city's correction says you failed to identify yourself promptly," she said.
"I identified myself before they touched me."
"Then say that publicly."
Camille glanced at Kerr. "Not until the original files are secured and authenticated."
Jordan laughed once without humor. "They already published their version. You're still waiting for permission to defend yourself."
"I'm protecting the case."
"And who is protecting you?"
The physician returned with the imaging results: no fracture, but Camille had a deep knee contusion, a second-degree forearm burn, and concussion symptoms that prohibited driving for several days. Her first ride after the safety class would end with Jordan taking the helmet home and Sloan Recovery holding the motorcycle.
Kerr signed the city release order. The impersonation and stolen vehicle allegations would be withdrawn from the custody record, but Pike's obstruction accusation remained referred to the duty prosecutor. Camille read every line before accepting the copy.
"I'm recusing the sheriff's office from investigating this," she told Kerr. "Preserve everything and request an outside investigator."
"We can resolve this internally."
"You can review your officers internally. You cannot investigate a case in which your department arrested the county sheriff and then rewrote the reason."