Something about this particular incident, however, felt wrong. In front of him he had the husband of the victim, pleading to drop the charges against the accused. In an adjacent interview room, the victim herself was also pleading for mercy to be shown to her attacker. The local papers, however, had stirred up emotions in their report about the incident. "Violent drunk attacks millionaire's wife in her own home." Little details, like the fact that the attacker had legitimate access to the property, didn't seem to matter to the headline grabbing press. This had all the hallmarks of getting horribly complicated in a way that he didn't want to get involved with.

"But Sir." he addressed Mark. "You can see things from where we stand officially. That woman viciously attacked your wife and here you are, wanting to drop the charges."

"Yes, officer. I mean Sargent. I know, but you don't understand." Sgt. Evans waited patiently for Mark to pass him that extra piece of information that would supposedly complete his understanding of the complex situation. And then it came ... "She's my secretary."