It listed the forty-dollar brass padlock, a package of drywall anchors, and two tubes of clear silicone sealant.

“And here are my work truck’s GPS records from yesterday morning,” I said.

I laid the printed satellite log on the table.

The entries showed my Ford work truck parked at the pharmacy job site on Thomas Road from six fifteen a.m. until eleven twenty-two a.m.

“It proves you were three miles away all morning,” Mariana said.

“It proves I never touched that garage lock yesterday,” I said.

Mariana opened her laptop and logged into her phone account to pull up the full call record.