“Where’s the witness statement about the outdoor temperature the night Sadie was locked out?” Douglas asked.

“Mary Bennett is signing her formal affidavit at nine,” I said.

“Make sure she states the exact time and the twenty-two-degree temperature,” Douglas said.

Mary Bennett’s kitchen smelled of warm tea and toasted rye bread.

She sat at her round kitchen table with her hands resting flat on her knees while I set the four-page affidavit down beside her cup.

“Sadie was shaking so hard her teacup rattled on the saucer,” Mary said softly.