“I did,” I said.

“I bought the heavy brass padlock four months ago to keep the kids out of an old chest freezer that sits unplugged in the back corner.”

“And where did Mrs.

Ramos get the key?” he asked.

“The key was kept on my truck dashboard,” I said.

“She must have taken it when she went into the cab to grab her sunglasses.”

Officer Henderson wrote down the store and the dates in neat, square block letters.