Sandra looked at her report and flipped back to the first page.

“The intake report says Noah scraped his knee while playing on his bicycle against the house rules.”

“That’s a lie,” I said.

“Noah rode to save his sister because Teresa locked the lid and left the house.”

“Where is Noah right now?” she asked.

“He’s in the pediatric step-down unit with his mother,” I said.

“I’ll need to interview him privately in the hospital consultation room before twelve o’clock,” Sandra said.

“You can talk to him,” I said.