“She calls it her private behavioral consulting network.

She posts weekly discipline modules for paying subscribers.”

I tapped the thumbnail on my screen to open the full file.

The high-resolution photo filled the screen.

It was a clear, direct shot of our garage floor.

The dusty red brick driveway showed just outside the open side door.

My red metal tool chest stood against the back drywall, and the heavy chest freezer sat unplugged near the lawnmower.

Right in the middle of the photo was the heavy brass padlock I had bought at the hardware store four months earlier, snapped shut through the iron latch on the freezer lid.