But several supervisors appeared repeatedly in cases involving aggressive language and questionable escalation.
One was Sergeant Elias Grant.
Grant had joined the department fourteen years earlier.
He'd worked patrol most of his career and had been promoted to sergeant after developing a reputation for decisiveness.
His personnel file contained commendations.
He'd assisted during emergency calls, helped locate missing people, and received recognition for responding effectively to dangerous situations.
But the file also contained complaints.
Some were unsubstantiated.
Others resulted in counseling or training.
A few involved conduct that Naomi believed should have received closer supervisory attention.
Grant frequently described uncertain situations as challenges to his authority.
He became irritated when residents asked why they were being stopped.
He sometimes used aggressive commands before establishing whether a person understood what was happening.
And he tended to interpret attempts to provide information as attempts to control the encounter.
His supervisors had occasionally dismissed those concerns because Grant was experienced and confident.
Naomi didn't believe experience excused poor judgment.
She wanted the review to distinguish legitimate enforcement from unnecessary escalation.
Brooks agreed.
But the report wasn't complete.
And Naomi hadn't personally met with Grant about the most recent findings.
She knew his name.
She knew his assignment.
And she knew his record required attention.
What she didn't know was that he would arrive at her house before she had the opportunity to address those concerns through the department's formal process.
By three o'clock that afternoon, the children's hospital fundraiser was ending.
Naomi had spent several hours meeting donors, speaking with hospital staff, and congratulating volunteers who helped support the event.
The gown attracted attention everywhere she went.
Several people asked about its unusual construction.
Others admired the contrast between the sheer black corset and the dramatic metallic olive-gold skirt.
Naomi smiled through photographs and conversations, grateful that the event had raised meaningful support.
But she was tired.
Her feet hurt.
And she wanted to go home.
Before leaving, she received another message from Imani.
I'm staying at Grandma's for dinner. Don't forget to eat something, Mom.
Naomi laughed.
Her daughter had inherited her grandmother's habit of worrying about whether everyone was eating properly.
She replied that she'd stop for food on the way home.
Then she left the event.
Her silver Lexus was parked in a reserved section of the hotel garage.
Naomi carefully gathered the enormous satin skirt, lowered herself into the driver's seat, and placed her handbag beside her.
As she pulled away, she felt relieved.
No photographers.
No microphones.
No speeches.
Just a quiet drive home.
She stopped briefly at a specialty grocery store to pick up prepared food and a few household items.