“Did you write down the exact time you brought her in?” I asked.

“It was eight minutes after six,” Mary said.

“I looked right at the clock on my microwave before I stepped off my porch.”

She picked up a black ballpoint pen from the napkin holder.

“Colleen was standing right inside your dining room window,” Mary said.

“She saw me walking Sadie across the driveway, and she pulled the blinds down.”

“Did Trevor ever come outside?” I asked.

“He came out twenty minutes after that to pull his truck into the garage,” Mary said.