Frank Wilcox has been Chief of Police in Lansett County for 25 years. He took the job when he had just turned 30.

He has seen murders. He has seen robberies. He has seen cats stuck in trees.

He has found missing children.

But today would be like no other day on the job.

It is 11:00 at night. Chief Wilcox begins putting together his things. He is tired. He wants to go home.

“Chief Wilcox,” calls an officer walking quickly into his office. It is Officer Simpson. He looks nervous. He looks like he would like to be anywhere else but there.

“What is it, Simpson?” asks the Chief.

“Holman’s Grocery was just held up at gunpoint,” Simpson says. His voice is shaky. He coughs to clear his throat.

“Was anyone hurt?” asks Chief.

Lansett is a very small county. The Chief knows just about everyone who lives there. If anyone was hurt, there is a good chance he knows the person. Maybe that's why Officer Simpson looks nervous.

“No one was hurt,” says Simpson. “But we caught the suspect.”

“Ah, well, Simpson. You guys can take care of that. I’m—” Chief Wilcox stops in mid-sentence.

He understands what is wrong. From behind Officer Simpson, the Chief sees his youngest daughter, Devon. She is in handcuffs.

Chief Wilcox gets a lump in his throat. He sits in his chair, stunned. “How could it be?” he thinks.

“Devon, will you please tell me what is going on?” the Chief demands.

Devon does not look at him. The Chief can feel anger growing inside of him. He refuses to let that anger show.

“Take her back for questioning,” the Chief says to Officer Simpson in a calm voice.

“Devon, whatever you do, tell the truth,” the Chief says. “I’m your dad. I love you.

We will figure this out.”