A white plastic band circled her ankle.
Not a hospital bracelet.
This one was thinner, with a tiny black square embedded near the clasp.
The officer stared at it for half a second.
Then he grabbed his radio.
« Dispatch, I need Major Crimes and Child Protection at this address. Possible live tracking device. Infant involved. »
My daughter, Emily, sat on my couch with both hands folded in her lap.
She didn’t look surprised.