“He locked the deadbolt.

My daughter told me she heard the key turn.”

Officer Miller glanced at Trevor, then back at me, shifting his weight on the icy asphalt.

“Ma’am, do you live here full-time?” the officer asked.

“This is my house,” I said.

“My name’s on the deed.”

“She’s been off in Europe for the past month,” Colleen called down from the top step.

She stood under the porch light with her arms crossed tight over her cardigan.