“He locked her out,” I said again, but the words came out thin, drained of their weight by Trevor’s calm manner and Colleen’s frosty silence on the porch.

“If you feel unsafe, ma’am, you’re welcome to spend the night somewhere else,” the second officer called from the driver’s side of the cruiser.

“Otherwise, we’d suggest everybody get some sleep.”

Trevor stepped back toward the porch and leaned against the railing with a look of patient tolerance.

“Thanks for coming out, Officers,” Trevor said.

“Sorry we wasted your time on a false alarm.”

Officer Miller nodded once, shut his leather folder, and got back into the front seat of his cruiser.