I did not call the officer back within two hours. I called him back after thirty-one hours. I want to be honest about that. I called him back on Monday morning at 3:14 PM. In the thirty-one hours between his doorbell and my return phone call, Mia sat in a holding cell at the county jail. She was not given bail because of the false-information charge — judges get upset about lies to officers in a specific way that increases initial bond. She tried to call me twice from the jail on Sunday afternoon. I did not answer the phone. She called my mother, who I had warned.

My mother did not answer. She called our mutual friend Trisha, who I had also warned, quietly, because Trisha needed to know. Trisha told her, as I had asked Trisha to say, that she did not know where I was. Mia sat in a holding cell for a full Sunday night. She slept on a plastic cot. She had, I know because I asked later, a sandwich for dinner that she did not eat. She cried. She begged to make another call. They denied her. On Monday morning at 3:14 PM, I called the officer. I said, "I have the Uber receipt. I have the driver's name and license plate. I was not driving Mia's car. I was not anywhere near it."