“The boy was completely unsupervised,” Teresa said, leaning forward an inch.

“Noah knows he isn’t allowed near the side yard.

If a lock was lying on the concrete, the boy put it there himself to avoid getting in trouble.”

She pulled her leather handbag onto her lap and snapped the brass clasp shut.

“My son-in-law makes forty dollars an hour laying vinyl,” she said.

“He doesn’t keep a proper household, and his children lack basic emotional control.”

“Did you leave the house at eleven o’clock?” Henderson asked.