“She turned the classical music station up really loud on the garage radio so nobody could hear Lily screaming inside.”

“Did you try to pull the lid open yourself?” Robert asked gently.

“I pulled on the handle as hard as I could,” Noah said, his breath catching.

“The brass lock was locked tight on the iron clasp.

I couldn’t move it at all.”

“Keep driving, sir,” the dispatcher said.

“Engine Company Six is on its way to your street with paramedics.”

“We’re turning onto our block right now,” I said, ending the call as I swerved into our neighborhood.