She slapped her forehead. “Bending rules. What a shock.” To us: “My sweetie pie, here, has a heart softer than a ripe persimmon.” That sounded like a line from a movie.

Jack said, “Someone comes to me in need, I try to help.”

“He really does, boys. I wish I could get mad at him but you need to know him, he’s a people-pleaser.”

Milo said, “What kind of screening do you usually do?”

“Comprehensive screening,” said Jack. “Just what you do.”

“What we do?”

“Er … what I’m sure you do when you hire police officers.” Weathers’s smile was a pathetic grope for rapport. “To ensure the best fit, right? Everyone knows BHPD’s the best.”

“I’ll pass that along to them,” said Milo. “Actually, I’m LAPD.”

“Oh,” said Jack Weathers. “Well, I’m sure the same applies to you, we used to live in Los Angeles. Hancock Park, lovely, we had a gorgeous Colonial with a half-acre garden, the police were always helpful.”

“Great to hear that, sir. So with Adriana Betts you decided to forgo the usual screening.”

Daisy let out a prolonged sigh. Jack shot her a look that could’ve been a warning. Or fear.

“As I said, there was urgency.”

I said, “Someone was in need.”

“That’s what we do,” said Jack. “We fill needs.”

“In Ms. Betts’s case, child-care needs?”

He didn’t answer.

Daisy said, “No matter who you are, finding the right people is always a challenge.”

I faced Jack. “Meaning someone important. Who’d you send Adriana to?”

He shook his head.

Milo said, “Sir?”

Jack Weathers said, “What exactly are you claiming happened? Because I absolutely refuse to believe it was anything serious. I pride myself on being an excellent judge of character and that young lady had obviously fine character. She was religious, had a letter from her pastor.”

Milo pulled out one of Qeesha’s mug shots. “What about this young lady?”

Daisy blurted, “Her?”

Jack tried to hiss her silent.

She said, “I’m really at sea over this. Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”

Jack folded his arms across his chest.

Milo said, “You’d placed Qeesha D’Embo where you sent Adriana.”

Silence.

I said, “Qeesha vouched for Adriana. That’s why you didn’t feel the need to screen her.”

Daisy said, “Normally, we’d still screen. But if it was urgent—”

“They get it,” said her husband.

She pouted. “Jackie?”

“We’re not saying anything more, gentlemen. Not without advice of counsel.”

Milo said, “You want a lawyer to answer routine questions?”

“You bet.”

Daisy put the figurine down. No visible tremor but the base rattled on the desktop.

Milo said, “You’re not being accused of any crime, Mr. Weathers.”

“Even so,” said Jack.

“You didn’t screen Adriana but you did screen Qeesha.”