Chapter 6 - The Precinct StatementThe white fluorescent lights of the San Diego Police Department’s Domestic Violence Unit flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow across the steel table.
Detective Miller, a seasoned investigator with tired eyes and a silver crew cut, leaned forward in his chair. He had just finished scrolling through the digital contents of the Archive_B folder on Savannah’s laptop.
"In my twenty-two years on the force," Detective Miller said, his voice low and heavy, "I’ve rarely seen a domestic abuse victim assemble a digital chain of custody this meticulous."
Savannah sat beside me, her hand held firmly in mine. The deep purple bruise on her cheek was even more pronounced under the precinct lights, and a small white butterfly bandage covered her split lip.
"I knew if it ever came down to my word against hers, people would see a loving, lonely mother and an ungrateful daughter-in-law," Savannah said quietly. "I needed proof that couldn't be argued away."
"You have more than enough, Mrs. Sterling," Miller replied, closing the laptop. "High-resolution photos, metadata timestamps matching Mr. Sterling’s work calendar and travel logs, and audio recordings where the suspect explicitly threatens you. Combined with the fresh injuries from yesterday, this crosses the line from misdemeanor assault into felony domestic battery and felony intimidation of a witness."
Miller turned his head toward me, his sharp gaze cutting straight through me. "And you, Mr. Sterling. You’re certain you want to press charges? She is your biological mother."
I didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second.
"She assaulted my pregnant wife inside our home," I said, my voice steady and unwavering. "She put my unborn daughter's life at risk. Process the warrant, Detective. I will cooperate fully with the District Attorney's office."
Miller nodded approvingly, pulling a stack of formal statement forms from his drawer. "A judge will review the evidence for an emergency temporary restraining order within two hours. Once signed, if Bernice Sterling comes within 500 feet of your wife, your apartment, or your workplace, she goes straight to a holding cell."
As we signed the final documents, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
It was a text message from an unknown local number:
“You spineless, ungrateful traitor. You chose a stranger over the woman who gave you life. Enjoy your happy little family while it lasts, Christopher. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
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I showed the screen directly to Detective Miller. He snapped a photo of the message on his department phone and added it straight into the evidence file.
"That's a violation of pre-arrest witness contact," Miller said with a cold smile. "She just made our job a whole lot easier."
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