His attorney knows it. They filed for a continuence this morning. We're opposing it. Good, she said. The civil suit, Sandaval continued, once the board issues a finding of sustained misconduct, his defamation claim dissolves.
He cannot simultaneously be found to have committed the acts your testimony describes and claim you defamed him by describing them. His attorney will likely advise withdrawal before it gets that far. She nodded to herself. And Wills, he's entered a formal cooperation agreement. He'll testify before the board and answer questions from the review panel.
His attorney negotiated reduced professional sanctions in exchange for full disclosure. A pause. He's not walking away from this, Savannah. None of them are. After she hung up, she sat for another few minutes.
Then she poured the cold coffee into the sink, made fresh, and called Priya. Wednesday, she said when Priya answered. And I'm taking the morning off, Priya said immediately. Don't argue with me. I wasn't going to.
Are you okay? Getting closer, Savannah said. She went to work Monday and Tuesday and did her job with the same precision she always brought to it because the shift didn't care about her personal situation and the patients didn't either, which was something she'd always found grounding rather than depressing. In a trauma bay, the stakes were immediate and concrete. And that concreteness was its own kind of relief.
You knew exactly what you were dealing with. You knew what the tools were. You knew what success looked like. She preferred clarity to ambiguity. She always had.
On Tuesday evening, Quinn met her in the Foundry Athletics parking lot. She'd asked him to specifically because she wasn't going to let the photograph be the last association she had with that place. And they trained for an hour. No discussion of the hearing, no strategy, just drilling, movement, the physical vocabulary of two people who'd been learning each other's habits for months. At the end, sitting on the mat with water and the quiet of an emptying gym, he said, "How's your neck?" The neck he'd asked about was the one Dale had cranked during the drilling round back in November.
She'd had some residual stiffness for 3 weeks after that, which she'd managed and hadn't mentioned to anyone. "Fine," she said. "Mostly," he nodded. "You should have told me when it happened." "I know." She looked at her water bottle. I was still trying to manage things quietly at that point.
Yeah. He looked at his hands for a moment. For what it's worth. I was doing the same thing for longer than I should have. She looked at him.
The situation with Garrett, he said, "I knew something was wrong with the way the gym was run before I knew what it was. I could have pushed sooner, gotten to Sandival sooner. I wasn't making excuses. He was cataloging a fact about himself with the same flatness he brought to everything. It would have mattered.
It mattered when you did it, she said. Maybe it mattered, she repeated, because she meant it. And because he was the kind of person who needed things said plainly rather than generously. He looked at her. You're better than when you started.
I know, she said at the gym, but also generally. She thought about that, about the woman who'd driven past this building six times before stopping, about the 2-in scar on her forearm and the flinching at raised voices and the 9-year architecture of careful smallness she'd built and lived inside. "Yeah," she said. "I know that, too." They left separately. She drove home and set out what she was going to wear to the hearing and went to bed at 10:00 p. m. and lay awake until 11:30 and then finally slept. the way you slept before things that mattered.
Not deeply, not easily, but enough. The Denton Police Department's review board convened at 9:00 a. m. on a Wednesday in December in a conference room on the fourth floor of the administrative building. The room seated 30. There were 41 people present. Savannah arrived at 8:40 with Priya and a personal attorney she'd retained the previous week.
A woman named Rowan Alcott, who specialized in employment and civil matters, and who had reviewed every document in the file and told Savannah without flourish that the case was as solid as she'd seen in 12 years of practice. Quinn arrived separately and sat two rows back. Cassandra Vale came in quietly at 8:55 and sat near the back wall. Dory Marsh was there. Savannah recognized her from the description Sandival had given, a woman in her 40s with the composed expression of someone who had been waiting a long time for a room to take her seriously.
Lena Voss was in the second row. Savannah hadn't met her in person before today. She was small, dark-haired, wearing a blazer that was slightly too big for her, and when she saw Savannah, she gave a single nod. Not warm, not performative, just the acknowledgement of two people who understood why they were both here. Dale Ror arrived at 8:58 with his union representative and his attorney.
He wore his dress uniform. He sat at the respondent's table and looked at the board panel, not at the gallery, and his face was controlled in the specific, effortful way that faces were controlled when the person wearing them was running on no good options and a significant amount of discipline. Garrett Wills was brought in separately. He sat at a witness table to the side, facing the panel rather than the gallery. He looked like he'd lost 12 lbs since October.
He didn't look at Savannah. The board chair, a deputy commissioner named Hartwell, who Sandival had described as thorough and unscentimental, opened the proceedings at 9:02 and outlined the scope of the hearing in language that was formal and efficient. He noted the panel had reviewed all submitted documentation prior to convening. He noted that testimony would be sworn. He noted that the board's finding would be issued within 10 business days of the hearing's conclusion and would be a matter of public record.
He looked at the respondent's table. Officer Ror Hartwell said, "You are here today to answer to a formal complaint of conduct unbecoming sustained pattern of targeted physical aggression against civilian training partners, abuse of authority, and coordinated suppression of reportable incidents. Do you understand the charges as described?" Ror's attorney spoke. My client understands and denies all charges. Hartwell wrote something.