“I had a prearranged luncheon with members of my parish committee,” Teresa said.

“I’m not required to change my calendar because my daughter married a disorganized man.”

I stood by the doorframe, rubbing my knuckles until the skin was raw.

“The padlock key came off the dashboard of my truck,” I said.

“You took it out of my cab.”

Teresa turned her head toward me, her eyes narrow and perfectly still.

“Julian leaves dangerous equipment all over his garage, Officer, and now he wants to make a grandmother the scapegoat,” she said.

Henderson wrote three lines in his notebook and closed the cover with a snap.