“Neither can I,” I replied, rubbing my temples. “But I have to draw the line somewhere.”

“Do you want me to head over there?” he offered, concern lacing his voice.

“No, it’s okay. The police will handle it,” I assured him. “But thanks for being there.”

We talked for a few more minutes before I hung up, feeling slightly better. I tried to lose myself in the spreadsheets and reports that piled up on my desk, but concentration came in fits and starts.